The Franco-American Flophouse has moved

I arrived at the Worst Airport in the World  Friday night.  The bored official at French immigration took my passport, casually flipped it o...

For many many years my life was lived between two countries:  the United States and France.  All other places lived at the periphery of my v...

Sunday morning the other residents of the Flophouse in Osaka wheedled me into a trip to Izumisano Fisheries Cooperative Open-Air Fish Mar...

“Sometimes we feel we straddle two cultures; at other times, that we fall between two stools.” Salman Rushdie,  Imaginary Homelands: Essa...

When we were visiting Nara the other day, we stopped for a picnic lunch in a local park.  As I was chatting with one of my spouse's Japa...

About an hour ago as my daughter and I sat in the blue chairs reading and my spouse was watching his evening action movie, our 28-floor apar...

Some mornings I read some delightful missive in my inbox, and then I put down my coffee, walk over to the nearest wall, and knock my head ag...