THE REST OF OUR FRIENDS and family are at the beach, out of town, lying in bed all day, while we have work to do. People may see this as tragic, but, more often than not, we're convinced we have been called for this.
Hello from us—Racquel, Jeré, Payfloor, and Jay.
I PLANNED ON doing nothing today—at least nothing as touristy as going to the Schoenbrunn Zoo (ok, maybe in two days). Of course, I had my u...
IN GRADE TWO I prided myself for being able to spell “ Czechoslovakia ” without batting an eyelash. I liked the sound of it and picked it fo...
Nothing arouses playfulness like the first experience of snow. From Gare Paris Est, I took an 11-hour train journey to Vienna, crossing ...
“My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”—Psalm 22:1 Were here behold the Savior in the depth of his sorrows. No other place so well sh...
“You have put more joy in my heart than they have when then their grain and wine abound. In peace I will both lie down and sleep; for yo...
TOUR guides always refer to Christianity as if it were something distant: something that needs mentioning, but not too much. Talk about anyt...
NOTHING much happens in Tom McCarthy’s Satin Island . An anthropologist, who works in-house at a big commercial firm, writes about Claude Lé...
The subject of my blog came up as we wrapped up our evening ER rounds—five patients so far; three we could potentially send home. But the ni...
This morning I overhead at the Schoenbrunn Palace, the Habsburg summer house, a family who looked brown and noisy and happy enough for me to...
AT 9:30 PM I was still outside, with street names I couldn’t read properly, at roughly 4-10 degree temperatures, until I found an inscript...
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