Today's travel preparation did not involve mock-ups of drowning, but it did consume trees—printed itineraries, photocopied marriage certificates, birth certificates, and more, more ways of me seeing me by seeing who I am on paper, sometimes through my relationship with others—accumulating into two stacks of persuasion to strangers—gate-keeping, consular Europeans—that my daughter and I will not stay beyond our legal welcome, for we have enough of a life where we come from: we cherish it, wish to return to it, have the practical means to generate that desire, and will certainly regret walking away from home permanently. (from "Making Switzerland Like Home")

My strongest writing surrounds travel. I'm keeping certain things for a book, but you can still have a glimpse here—some very casual blogging and drafting.