Monthly Archives: January 2011

“Towery city and branchy between towers; Cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmèd, lark-charmèd, rook-racked, river-rounded.”–Gerard Manley Hopkins The first indication that I’m not a visionary came when I rocked the PSAT in high school.  No one had told me it was coming; no one … Continue reading →

There are days when I marvel that Byron hasn’t packed it in when it comes to our marriage gig–you know, taken his bandana and a broom handle and tied up his Swiss Army Knife, bag of marbles, pet frog, and collection of … Continue reading →

“I don’t like to be in pictures; I like to take them,” avows Paco. Good thing he’s proven a gifted photographer already–no need to delete his shots or bolster his efforts with false praise. The only problem arises on occasions … Continue reading →

Tomorrow, we get on a bus that will take us from Gaziantep to Kayseri. It’s an eight-hour ride and will land us in Kayseri after the last bus of the evening departs to the smaller city of Urgup, which we … Continue reading →

I have a deep and spontaneous affection for Grandpa Types, a prediliction that is going to become simultaneously more appropriate and creepy as I age into my golden years. For now, though, I see a cutie grandpa and just want … Continue reading →