I fell in love with photography when I first lived in Germany more than 30 years ago. I was working for the German-American Public Affairs Office in Würzburg as a newspaper reporter and photographer. At the time, my press badge had my social security number on it. No...
I first met Lilly in the Spring of 1986, almost six months after moving to Germany. She spoke excellent English and was extraverted and funny. I spoke horrible German and was grateful for an outgoing and entertaining friend. Most of all, I was thankful for a...
Two weeks. That’s how long I have been in Germany and how long it took before I woke from a dream where I — and everyone around me — spoke German. Interestingly, I had only been here a few days when I dreamed I was speaking French. It’s not the first time I’ve dreamed...
When I lived in Germany from 1985 to 1989, I observed (with great awe) the epitome of efficiency from my German neighbors and friends. While I was always running out on Saturday mornings just before the local shops closed at noon for the rest of the weekend, my friend...
From the series: Life on Dog Hill Confession: I’ve spent uncountable hours over the last month watching television. Everything on my priority list, including the upcoming publication of my young adult adventure trilogy, was made second to one thing — the FIFA World...
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