On My First Wood Skis

Today I took the skis out on their third run. They are beautiful. They connect me with my parents and my tangible family memories of skiing. They also connect me with imagined memories, of Nordic roots, my fantasy books, and classic olden-days ski tableaus, complete with matching knit sweaters and a warm wooden rustic lodge. … Continue reading On My First Wood Skis

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Visiting a developing country tempered my cultural-immersion idealism

So, I just made my first adult visit to a developing country. Most Americans my age privileged enough to travel the world have been trained to respect other cultures. Avoid being the “ugly American” at all costs. Being a conscientious, woke little do-gooder, I took quickly to the concept. It was easy, from my home … Continue reading Visiting a developing country tempered my cultural-immersion idealism