We’ve been all over for the holidays, but we’re finally headed home to Munich today. Any of you remember my writings/photos from the Camino de Santiago several years back? It was a pivotal moment or set of moments in my life & I’ve not even walked the whole Camino. As I said then, finishing the… Continue reading Dreaming of the Camino de Santiago and how I got into pilgrims or pilgrimages
Month: December 2019
All of me
It’s been the best of holidays so far, but to badly mangle Tolstoy, it’s been the shittiest of holidays, as well. We knew it’d be weird without those loved ones that we’ve lost since last Christmas. As prepared as we might’ve been emotionally, grief is a weird mistress. She doesn’t play fair. Today, Miriam looked… Continue reading All of me
Dear Santa, define naughty
We royally screwed up both our German & our American Christmases. It turned out alright in the end, but my plan was to use this as a dress rehearsal for the real show. Our kid is only a year old, so although she understands ripping gifts from their wrapping which she got a lot of… Continue reading Dear Santa, define naughty
Oversharing & who’s reading anyway? Go back to your family in the other room…
Having been informed I overshare, I’ve decided to observe myself & perhaps modify my behaviour. The time between the years, as I’ve heard this post Christmas until Epiphany period referred to, is ideal for assessing such a situation. How one lives one’s life is rarely easy to modify, but before you even get there, an… Continue reading Oversharing & who’s reading anyway? Go back to your family in the other room…
Stealing from little baby Jesus
So is he coming, or isn’t he? Kids around the world, well the Christian &/or western world I should say, are wondering if & hoping that St. Nick makes an appearance tonight. Even in northern Germany, the little ones are waiting for the Weihnachtsmann (Christmas man, literally). He purportedly comes early enough on Xmas Eve… Continue reading Stealing from little baby Jesus
To be continued…
Well, we didn’t make it to Mahag by Monday morning, as it’d been planned. I suppose Miriam called them, but at this point in such a ridiculous story? I just don’t know. Long story short, you’re begging of me? Other than that we didn’t make it to our appointment? You mean: what happened up until… Continue reading To be continued…
Feuerzangenbowle and those silly dogs
What in God’s name is this one? I’ve lived in Germany this time around for nearly two decades, and there are still times I feel like I’ve just arrived. Regularly, I have an expat problem that’d be solved by me being a bit more tolerant. That’s preposterous, isn’t it? I’m a guest in this country,… Continue reading Feuerzangenbowle and those silly dogs
Do as I say, not as I do
You ever had one of those days? How about on that day, the Mahag dealer shows up late to an appointment & it all goes pear-shaped, as a result. Humpty Dumpty fell and Miriam was left to pick up the pieces. Try remembering, when people are jerks at Christmas, that everyone is the hero in his story. Just because you’re having an awesome day, doesn’t mean everyone else is, as well. And vice versa.
My September Eleventh Reflections
Touching and thoughtful response to events in New York, Washington, & Pennsylvania nearly two decades ago.
digital detox (for social media) and grieving for those damned dogs
We decided last weekend that we’d do a Digital Detox starting this next Sunday, and neither of us really thought it through. Late last night (or two nights ago, at this point), Miriam turned to me and said, ‘You remember what we agreed to last weekend?’ In a split second, it all came rushing back… Continue reading digital detox (for social media) and grieving for those damned dogs