November of my youth slid down the mountain clothed in fog and breathed its icy breath over the streets of the downtown…

War! Again! Can we not tell a story without war? Without conflict? Without bloodshed? I picked " Hollow Kingdom &q…

A ghost story for small ghosts, goblins, and tiny ghouls (*I wrote it exactly 10 years ago; today seems to be the perfe…

The year is sometime in the early 1990s, perhaps 1993 or 1994. I’m a photographer working for an American news agency a…

I met with an old friend recently. He’s a photographer. He WAS a photojournalist, but now, with a sad smile, he describ…

We used to greet tourists as explorers, adventurers, and welcome guests. So, what happened? I love to travel. Always …

I want to tell you about the kind and charitable tradition of buying a coffee for a stranger which originates in Naple…