Roadtrip USA: Day Fifty-nine

Roadtrip USA: Day Fifty-nine

When it was clear my father was dying, I asked him how he’d appear to me once he’d died. I explained to him how my deceased friend visited his wife as a blue heron, how Dixie’s mom came to her as a ladybug. He thought about it for a few seconds, his eyes closed, his...
Roadtrip USA: Day Forty-nine

Roadtrip USA: Day Forty-nine

I call my GPS Sacagawea. She’s been a tremendous help on this road trip across the United States. Don’t get me wrong, I love my maps, but when it comes to negotiating our way through, say, Montgomery Alabama’s inner city to the Memorial for Peace and Justice (aka the...
Roadtrip USA: Day Twenty-eight

Roadtrip USA: Day Twenty-eight

There are a lot of reasons to love Dixie Cox. Anyone who knows her knows this. She gives the best hugs. Is funny. Genuine. Generous. But here’s another reason to love her: wherever we go, be it campsite, trail walk through the desert, slow amble along a river, she...
Road Trip USA: Day Eleven

Road Trip USA: Day Eleven

We’ve only been on the road eleven days and it seems simultaneously like the farewell party our improv students at the Fun Institute threw for us was just yesterday and last year. We’ve bird watched in Arroyo Seco, were special guests at a pachanga my brother and his...