Author Archives: Alan Kesselheim

“It’s like everything is wrapped in gold,” Marypat said, when we set our two solo canoes into the lower reaches of the East Gallatin on Sunday morning. It was supposed to rain later. The winds out of the west were … Continue reading →

I just finished a book featuring a cast of gypsy characters in the British Isles. There is something romantically appealing about gypsies. The stubborn pride in their homeless status, for one. Their lack of interest in being rooted or having … Continue reading →

Okay world, I’m entering the blogosphere, kicking and screaming, just like I finally abandoned my typewriter. Stay tuned, hang in there . . . more to come! Navigate my pages. I’ll be filling in the details over the next weeks.