I wanted to give her the moon. What she got instead was a weekend father. When Maria asked for Europe as her college graduation present, I was delighted. I couldn't rewrite the past, but I could take her to Paris. I could show her the Alps. We could explore Venice and Florence. We could discover the Cote d'Azur. We might even find each other along the way. This is the story of a father and daughter chasing whispers of a bridge across an ocean. Four countries, three weeks, two people, one chance. Would it be enough?
I wanted to give her the moon. What she got instead was a weekend father. When Maria asked for Europe as her college graduation present, I was delight...
"Anchors of Mist" takes the reader on an intimate journey through the heart of a young man's unbridled quest to liberate the essence of his ideals by unleashing his dreams.
"Anchors of Mist" takes the reader on an intimate journey through the heart of a young man's unbridled quest to liberate the essence of his ideals by ...
In the fall of 1979, at the age of nineteen, I flew to London with a backpack and a heart full of questions. Every autumn that voyage has returned to mind like clockwork, revitalizing my perceptions. This book is a coming of age story filled with universal elements of personal discovery; it is a private pilgrimage laid bare. To those of you who were there, I hope I have not strayed too far from the truth of your recollections. This book is my tribute to your kindness. To those who have embarked on a similar quest, this story will feel very familiar. Please join me on this extraordinary...
In the fall of 1979, at the age of nineteen, I flew to London with a backpack and a heart full of questions. Every autumn that voyage has returned to ...
One autumn in Europe, when I was nineteen, I found myself reassured that the world was populated with bright, beautiful, generous people. I knew there were rogue elements of ill-intent out there, but I assumed with a keen eye and a quick wit I would manage to steer clear of them. I was mistaken. When the lenses of my rose-colored glasses shattered, the lingering residue was an unrelenting urgency to infuse my life with meaning. "The Year of the Wind" is the story of that journey.
One autumn in Europe, when I was nineteen, I found myself reassured that the world was populated with bright, beautiful, generous people. I knew there...