Category: Writing
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Helsinki, Finland
Raindrops plunge into the Baltic Sea, fusing together like infants returning to their mother’s womb. They’re fast and audible as they plop against the surface and dissipate. Tonight, their brothers and sisters will cool with the evening and morph into snowflakes. They’ll drift through the air and coat the rooftops and city sidewalks in a…
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Back to Europe
It’s been 12 years since my last visit to Continental Europe. To a Catholic, that sounds like the beginnings of a confession. For a traveler, though, it means a wider range of flavors have stolen my appetite. Visits to Iceland, Greenland, and England aside, my travel sights have been aimed toward sections of the world…
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Big Sur
The long stretch of highway hugs the red-rocked cliffside. The land plummets dramatically like a lone lemming into the sea. It’s grand; it’s overwhelming. My tongue forgets its purpose and my words return to the cloistered halls of the mind. The view requires capitulation and I’m here once more to submit. It’s been 18 years…