My ideal woman has intelligence, courage and beauty, inside and out. I want a passionate attachment. I'm an adventurer, but want a serious relationship that lasts.
I exercise regularly and believe in keeping in shape.
Something unusual about me. Well, I have a dog who is quarter terrier, quarter lab and half African street dog. He's the only dog I know who has figured out how to open doors with round doorknobs. Of course, that's not something unusual about me, but him. Fortunately, I've always been able to open doors with round doorknobs! Well, since I was 5 years old. Scout has been doing it since he was 1. You decide who is smarter. :)
I like movies and quiet dinners together. The beach and the mountains. I'm am retiring soon and will devote my time to writing, although I will continue to work as a diplomat part time. I'd love to get an old house somewhere and fix it up, as well. I've always enjoyed working with my hands. Before I became a world traveler I was a carpenter and handyman, but that was a LONG time ago now. I used to spend a lot of time in the North Woods of Minnesota, on the Canadian border, and one of my novels is set there. I have not been back in years but would love to go again.
I have a son. He's 27 and living at home. He was a war orphan in Africa and has been with me since he was 14. He's the young guy in my photos.
I write poetry as well as novels and non-fiction. Here is a poem.
Elegy For Alex
In all of infinite space
Among all the sea of life and distance
He was the unlikeliest of souls.
Unexpected eyes on the traffic of human migration,
A dream where no dreamer was known,
Unlooked for and denied by the judges of shade
Who see far but not long.
He spoke in ancient tongues
That told of green faces in anxious rainfalls,
While wondering at the confusion of our solitude.
He spoke of forgetful separation until finally one heard him,
Like thunder in the sun on a far sea.
And hearing, she listened to the impossible stories
Of the sky's triumph over gravity.
She taught him, and in learning he revealed
The shapes of color and the textures of mind.
Alex showed us that living is bigger than the weight of water
Or the height of steel and glass.
He showed us all a future of a million crystal wings
Laced with the veins of a common blood.
He showed us the roots of the ancient fire that burns
Through all the outstretched arms of the past.
And, at the last, he showed us that thought is an eye in the stars
And love is the last thing you speak on
Becoming the wind that brings you home,
A pale grey feather on an eddy of balanced light
That comes to rest on your aching hand
Like the tear drop that does not let him go.