There is something about the dust at Burning Man. It's an "in-everything, everywhere, all at once" aspect of the experience there: part foe, part friend; part fear, part fun. It's ubiquitous, unavoidable and inside every pocket, crevice, daypack, tent and shoe ... There's nowhere It isn't. Many people speak of avoiding the dust, keeping their tents…

BWI to Houston airport. Houston to San Jose, Costa -- screeech!  Mid-air and quite near the main Costa Rican airport, they turned our flight back to Houston. Something about fog. Yeah, lots and lots of fog. I wasn't particularly bothered. I mean, what can you do? (And, really, would I prefer they attempt an unsafe landing? No.) So…

There were few bugs in Costa Rica during our recent trip there -- and surprisingly few mosquitoes, given what I'm used to at this time of year in the DMV area.   Though I will note -- and it was witnessed by a few people -- I did have a streak going with four…

My neighborhood. My parking spot. My front porch. My door. My hallway. My living room, office, kitchen, bedroom and more. My bath. Oh, my bathtub. My space. My home. My place. My vibe. My choices. My home. Yes, I loved the travel to other lands. Yes, I loved the trip, the wedding, the connecting with family. Yes, I loved the celebration, the people, the joy. And,…