Tag Archives: travel

Doomsday meets the Passion of our Endeavors

Posted on August 17, 2026 by jillbpearlman

Is it summer, or are we learning to be with the crooked floors in our creaky house (White House, America)?  Somehow, I heard very little political talk during my travels this season.  In the States, in Europe, people weren’t avoiding conversation, it … Continue reading →

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Song of Apparent Innocence

Posted on August 9, 2026 by jillbpearlman

This late in the game, in our jade consciousness,there is still innocence.  It peels the leather back, it floods with exuberance the most open spaces watches the way an old port glimmersas do beaches, boardwalks, plazas  kids still thrill over the … Continue reading →

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The New Thanksgiving Travel

Posted on November 23, 2025 by jillbpearlman

Thanksgiving Travel You used to see the Bay; now on the way to SFOa bevy of clashing billboards, all blood-bright graphics and codes incomprehensible to the AI-dumb among us.Dumb and dumber.   Look at the airline staff: all yawns, blank, demoted to … Continue reading →

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Be Here Now, California (gaps included)

Posted on November 16, 2025 by jillbpearlman

Imagine, at this age, to have brought beginner’s mind to California.  Where have I been?  In the land of the skeptic, in France.  But what luck to have had California before me.  Full-on sensory discovery. Enthusiasm has a way of being boundless. (Forgive me … Continue reading →

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The Blue Door in our Dreams

Posted on July 28, 2025 by jillbpearlman

There’s always a blue door in our dreams,in our former lives. A cerulean blue door, with wooden slats held by a small hook in the white plastered wall.   It opens, closes and opens, screeching like a sickowl, such are the vagaries … Continue reading →

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Half Empty, Half Full

Posted on July 14, 2025 by jillbpearlman

Café life, the terrace seats and tiny spoonsand lovers’ faces in the sun. A trampy man demands to buy a bottle of water; the garçon says we don’t sell bottles; the bum grumbles into his half-shaven jaw: Je veux une bouteille d’eau.  They are … Continue reading →

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Salt Water & Suffering

Posted on April 13, 2025 by jillbpearlman

Saying shema in the oldest synagoguein Fès part of a run-on sentence said before and after me,  as the long-gone rabbi still brays among lanterns and blue walls and sheep graze on the hillsides belowamong soul-white stones of the Jewish dead. As … Continue reading →

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Strait Up

Posted on April 6, 2025 by jillbpearlman

How narrow the narrow straits.  That divide us.  The width of a new moon.  The crescent of a fingernail clipping.  The narrows of sea washing between land fringed and scalloped – one side Africa, one side Europe.  A shudder of civilizations in that two-lidded eye … Continue reading →

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Lunching in Morocco during Ramadan

Posted on April 2, 2025 by jillbpearlman

To peer through the window, being Jewish, while the dominant culture celebrates its religious holiday; Christmas is the familiar scenario, but Ramadan a whole different thing. Three Ramadan weeks in Morocco, lunching in front of people who had woken at … Continue reading →

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Black Pork Cheeks, Fries, Political Football

Posted on July 21, 2024 by jillbpearlman

We were winding around the margins of a small village in the margins of Portugal, looking for a late Sunday night dinner.  Earlier there had been sun-drenchedempty alleys…now a traditional room, wooden sideboards with wine glass on crocheted lace. White tablecloths layered … Continue reading →

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