My last post, "Everybody Must Get Stoned," was a bit dark and discouraging. I guess my intention was to sound the alarm about where we are headed as human beings if we don't get our act together. I'm a real optimist, and I owe my resilience to my mom, who would repeat the same mantra …
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“Everybody Must Get Stoned”-Traveling with Forrest Gump
I'm terrified! "Rainy Day Women #12 & 35" written by Bob Dylan, released in 1966 "Well, they'll stone you when you're trying to be so goodThey'll stone you just like they said they wouldThey'll stone you when you're trying to go homeAnd they'll stone you when you're there all aloneBut I would not feel so …
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“The Land of a Thousand Dances”-Traveling with the Forrest Gump Soundtrack
One, two, three!You gotta know how to pony like Bony MaronieMashed Potato, do the AlligatorPut your hands on your hips, let your back-bone slipDo the Watusi, like my little LucyNa, na na na na, na na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na na. "Land of a Thousand Dances" was written …
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India-Celebrating Indian Style-Part 3-Blowing Up Evil
Picture from indiamarks.com The Hindu holiday, Dussehra, symbolizes the triumph of good over evil. Rama, a principal deity, kills Ravana, who has kidnapped Rama's wife, Sita. Sita is a revered goddess for her virtues of good character, good fortune, success, and happiness. Rama's skill as an archer brings down not only Ravana but his brother, …
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India-History Speaking through Art
As part of my tour, I was taken to the Qutub Complex in Delhi which was built by Muslims in 1192 who conquered and then occupied Hindu Delhi. During this time they constructed a mosque and a tower, The Qutub Minar. Picture by zeenews.india.com The tower is 220 feet tall and made out of variegated …
India-A Muslim Friend
Travel opens us to new worlds. I have lived my whole life in rural areas in New York State, quiet places that have little diversity. I have really never known a Muslim even though there is a mosque in my area. Like many Americans, I know very little about Islam. Unfortunately in my country there …
A North Country Love Affair

Author’s note: Since I wrote this piece a few years ago, I have to confess, The North Country and I now have an open relationship. I go to Florida during the winter months. But this is home, my base camp and I always return. I’m here now. Unfortunately, the weatherman is predicting ice and sleet for this weekend. Ugh!
A North Country Love Affair
Being involved with the North Country is like being in a bad love affair. The summer woos me with warm breezes off one of The Great Lakes and the river. It offers me lush greens and sunlit days. It entices me with a multitude of lavish experiences: picnics under the trees, quiet moments on the shore, spectacular thunderstorms topped off with rainbows, and romantic interludes under the stars listening to the crickets and watching fireflies. It presents me with fantastic gifts: the sweet serenade of birds, the…
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It’s All About the Math-Hiking in the Adirondacks

One day when I was 46, I decided to hike all 46 of The High Peaks of the Adirondacks. I tend to live out my life in headlines, always proclaiming a new interest with passion and bursts of wild enthusiasm. So 46 at 46! The coincidence had a certain mystical quality to it and I was convinced that it was a personal thumbs up from Mother Nature herself.
My odyssey skyward started slowly. Having been recently divorced and with my two children away at college, I suddenly had time for myself and took up walking. It was good exercise and a way to manage my weight. But most of all I loved the freedom to finally be a self-contained unit moving forward in the the direction of my choice under my own power. I found peace in the rhythm of my steps and breathes. I enjoyed the smells, the green…
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“Can You Hear My Voice this Time?”

Sometimes traveling is not about tickets and long flights. Sometimes a significant journey is unplanned and brief. On March 14, I came out of an adult education class at Flagler College in St. Augustine, Florida and saw a large circle of college students under the campus gazebo. Because I didn’t want to intrude, I stood and watched from about fifty feet away. I listened to the speakers talk about the loss of seventeen lives in Parkland, Florida and the need for people to reach out to each other with kindness. I moved into the circle and was handed a candle. As a flame went from one person to another, a young stranger shared the energy of the light with me. The group walked silently around the perimeter of the college, coming back full circle to the gazebo. A group of students sang a song with the line “Can you hear…
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