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June 4, 2020
When we arrived in the COVID haunted airport, my sister and her husband were already waiting for us curbside in the car. “Hurry,” exhorted my sister, “he’s going quickly.” Five months earlier, we were hugging my father outside a Courtyard Marriott hotel in Long Island. At 90 years of age, he was still the image of a man in control […]
May 12, 2020
These are strange times (no pun intended)! This Sinatra tune keeps rattling around in my head—“riding high in April, shot down in May.[1]” One day I’m looking at a week replete with author events—a book signing at Barnes & Noble, presentations to the Sisters in Crime writing group up the coast, to the students at a local university and Senior citizens […]
March 29, 2020
It’s a strange (no pun intended) new world we live in..I peer out from the blinds acknowledging we have ceded our patio to the creatures which inhabit the hill–a family of California quail, a pair of squirrels, the dark eyed juncos and towhee birds that forage in the leaves which, left unattended, have turned to mulch. Through all this, the […]
December 8, 2019
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November 13, 2019
Book Shares Highs and Lows Experienced Along Camino de Santiago THE SOUTHERN CROSS • NOVEMBER 2019 Reviewed by Father Charles Fuld If you are thinking of going on a month-long retreat sometime in the coming year, here is an idea to consider: Hike the 500-mile Camino de Santiago, a pilgrimage route also known as the Way of St. James that leads to the Cathedral […]
October 23, 2019
One of the best things about working in the travel industry is hearing stories from inspirational people about their travels. I, Sean Rice, Chief Operations Officer of Follow the Camino in his Camino Talks , was privileged to be able to interview one such person, Kenneth Strange, for our new Camino Talks series. hashtag#caminohashtag#inspirationalpeople
October 23, 2019
The decision to walk the Camino was made a long time ago. I suppose it begins in the early 1960s, in the basement of our modest row house in a working-class neighborhood of Brooklyn, New York, where my father, a police officer in New York City, has been assigned to a Spanish-speaking neighborhood in Brooklyn. He wants to communicate with the people […]