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Mom’s nails

Mom had perfect fingernails. In the pic above we’re comparing the paint job to the color of the marble in a Roman palace we visited when she was 72. Her nails were better. Always....

Rome in a Day

Scenes around Rome in January. I walked 25,000 steps (says my lyin’ iPhone – it was at least twice that). What is it about Rome? I think it’s the cobblestones. Or maybe the promise...
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Marshmallows and other metaphors

I’m swimming in work but treading water as best I can. I can’t wait to leave for Madrid but in the meantime I’m going to pump out seven reports and annexes, probably 1500 pages...

Aspects of Mom

Some of the different ways I saw my mom during my time with her in Deer Trail: Motherly Mom. Looking at the three of us with pride, beaming, telling us in so many words...

Leaving Deer Trail

I’ve had something like six weeks in Deer Trail, and I’m noticing things I never noticed before. Like cows. And everyone knows Deer Trail is the home of the first rodeo, right? Then there’s...

“Your colleagues are waiting for you.”

“Your colleagues are waiting for you.” That was the first thing I heard this morning – a nice, Slavic voice telling me to wake up and get downstairs to the meeting.  The new job...