There is a beautiful

There is a beautiful expression in Nicaragua: struggle is the highest form of song. I love that. We are in the struggle. It’s like a river. Once you step into it you become the river. It’s not, you go out and click on a couple of charities that you believe in, march in the Women’s … Read more

It was a heavenly

It was a heavenly summer, the summer in which France fell and the British Expeditionary Force was evacuated from Dunkirk. Leaves were never such an intense and iridescent green; sunlight glinted on flower-studded meadows as the Germans encircled the Maginot Line and overran not only France but Belgium and Holland. Birdsong filled the air in … Read more

We’re no longer young

We’re no longer young men. We’ve lost any desire to conquer the world. We are refugees. We are fleeing from ourselves. From our lives. We were eighteen years old, and we had just begun to love the world and to love being in it; but we had to shoot at it. The first shell to … Read more

And yet, over the

And yet, over the years I’ve met so many people like Jared who seem to be more at home, happier, living in a country on of their birth. … Not political refugees, escaping a repressing regime, nor economic refugees, crossing a border in search of a better-paying job. The are hedonic refugees, moving to a … Read more