Andrew J. Tonn

LUND–Jennifer Lawrence, a nurse from Ohio whom I met on the SARA trip to Ukraine last summer, just sent me several CDs of her photos from the trip. This is one she took of me at work while visiting a home for mentally disabled children in the Carpathian mountains. The other is, more or less […]

LUND–Of my trip to the US there is little to say. Its time had come and so I flew back, not to the Southwest of my childhood but, perhaps, to the place where I became a man, where my parents still live and to where most of those who had become my closest friends live […]

LUND–My friends, convinced I had been possessed by some Nordic snow imp, wanted me back across the Atlantic. Though they professed to missing me a severe blizzard had begun right about the moment I was landing in Cleveland. For the next month of my stay the weather would alternate between more snow and those glittery, […]

LUND–My life here has become rather like a chronic medical condition: it’s not going away, I have to treat it with a mixed therapy of exercise, proper diet and medicine and still I have my good days and my bad days. I’d been having some bad days lately: a mix of the dark winter, missing […]