This morning I saw a squash blossom trumpeting its way through the tangled leaves of our Random Garden. Sigh. A…
As I turned the corner on one of my usual running circuits, I hit the sandy track that takes me…
Last year, during the time of figs we flew over to the Açores (Azores). A friend had just decamped back…
You hear the tram first, dog-like, at the edges of your hearing: the squeal of wheels along rusty tracks, the…
We completely missed the cues during our first summer in Praia das Maçãs. Granted, the town hadn’t advertised Nossa Senhora…
When I ran yesterday morning, I said hello to a neighbor, who answered my bom dia with a smile: “But,…
Portuguese is the fourth language I’ve made an attempt to learn. Though you could argue my fluency in English is…
The tomato plants form an impenetrable fortress against the back wall of our garden, but they also line the sides…
Of all the memories turning golden from my coming-of-age years, summer camp ranks near the top. I loved the weeks…
Last night marked the fourth summer solstice that I’ve spent in Portugal. Yes, three years ago in June, I started…