A journal of rediscovery
Everything I’d been doing the past five days was surreal, so why should this moment be any different? Cresting a steep hill, I passed under a banner of Buddhist prayer flags and entered a wide plateau. Our guide set down his pack and called for a break as I struggled
Continue readingAt the End of the Ice at the Top of the World: Ghosts
– Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite. —Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet Dwight never mentioned keeping a war diary. My great-aunt Helen, his wife, found it in a locked desk drawer after he passed away. It’s a
– [What] kind of life [is] possible for a young woman who has come of age on the last vestige of the frontier…who has absorbed its values…lived up to its harsh physical demands?…Such a young woman can never accept the constraints of a traditional female role and yet she can
Continue readingFamily History Series: Reading Between the Lines of a 1907 Excelsior Diary
by Caroline Lodge A Line of Destroyers, 1917 How brightly the light reflects off the sea this morning! Even with my hand flat above my eyes I can scarcely make out the ships, shimmering against the early light, fractured, unresolved. I can’t count them, six, seven, eight or more giants, their
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