Life between the Journeys
Not every story begins at the airport.
Some begin at the kitchen table.
While quietly making sense of one’s thoughts.
Life in between is not a waiting room between two journeys.
It is the place where everything gathers:
Memories. Observations. Doubts. Small moments of happiness.
Here, I write about what remains once the suitcase has long been unpacked.
About aging – without pathos.
About closeness and distance.
About farewells that do not announce themselves – and arrivals that happen quietly.
No travel guide.
No advice column.
Just thoughts along the way.
Some pieces that feel especially at home here — regardless of season or place
A Hell of a Lot of Karma in the Rheingau
Bad karma in the bedroom, an old wine estate in the Rheingau, and Reinhold with a very practical solution. A small story about married life, with a wink.
Between Time Zones and Goodbyes
What happens when the people you love live across different countries and continents? A personal reflection on family, distance, reunions, and the goodbyes that become harder with age.
Reinhold and the Things That Should Work in Theory
When the GPS stops cooperating, the printer develops artistic ambitions, and modern technology refuses to do what it should.
A lighthearted story about closets, favorite clothes, and the freedom of not always having to be sensible.
A convertible was never just a car to us. From Corvettes and California highways to family moments, lavender fields, and quiet country roads, this is a story about freedom, memories, and collecting open skies.
On the Road with Us and the Ordinary Madness
Travel rarely goes according to plan. But that is exactly how the stories are born that still make us smile years later — from flight mishaps and snowstorms to high heels in the sand and unforgettable encounters.
A Waltz, a Fall, and a Young Hare
A glamorous night in Vienna. A grand staircase. One fall. And a husband who jumped like a young hare.
Too Old for This Kind of Nonsense – My Murtaugh List
Between “let’s still do this” and “maybe we shouldn’t,” there’s sometimes only a smile.
Home – A Word That Travels With Us
What does home really mean? A personal reflection on belonging, memory, and the quiet realization that home may be less a place than a feeling.