My fiction reading went heavy on the light, this year – often, paperbacks I picked up at hostels to read on planes and in immigration lines. Mid-year I began to read political books for my work writing abstracts – demanding and rewarding work. Searoad and I for Isobel were highlights in…

On Thanksgiving Day we trekked seven kilometers into the mountains near Chiang Khong (Thailand) to a waterfall. Yves pointed out plants and animals along the way. The only other person we saw was a Hmong hunter.

This is going to be a very personal post … I’m writing for my own benefit, really, to ponder and record what I feel I’ve accomplished and experienced during the past year – my “golden” year. This year has been one of a string of transformative, challenging years. November 30,…

And from my new friend Zohar …