Postcards from England
Dear Reader, I’m writing to you from my bathrobe. In a window seat. In a castle. In England.
Longing for Certain Letters
My colleagues included an Australian, an Austrian, an Irishman, and a Scot. Each time we walked into a pub, the room buzzed like the beginning of the world’s most-told joke.
V for Victory
I was in an honors history class during my junior year of high school. (Did he say…honors??? You bet I did, impressed reader, and I escaped with a C+.)
Travel
I was always driven by the idea of the adventure and seeing new and unique places—after all, Carmen Sandiego wasn’t going to find herself—and sought out all opportunities I could find.
Aquavitae: My Life in Four Drinks
In that crystalline moment, I knew that I had discovered something totally new. I glimpsed landscapes. I couldn’t speak.
Striving for Type C
As a soon-to-be professional triathlete, I have had to work to be more Type A in some areas. My coach, Zane, calls it “attention to detail” or “doing the things that matter.”
The Little Elephant
But more often than not, I’m surprised at the curiosity and ability of my students. Yesterday marked one of those moments.
