Passport
One beautiful mess
Columnist Henry Bennett spent three months in Italy and came to know the most beautiful troubled nation on the planet.
Our kid in Moscow
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly [...]
A very rich man
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have [...]
Rentals in the afterlife
I hope to arrive at my death late, in love [...]
Land of unlikely smiles
Hope is the thing with feathers/That perches in the soul/And [...]
Stop blaming mountains
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses [...]
With Billy on the Kapuas River
Billy, the short man at the bow of our skiff, is regaling the four...
“Passport” Author:
Henry Bennett
Henry Bennett first saw clouds up close when he was three years old, on a flight from Los Angeles to New York City in one of the first commercial jets to cross the continent. He has lived in in Maui, Hawaii for the last 23 years but still travels far and wide. He wishes people would read more books and loves his daughter deeply, though not in that order.