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Letter from Ithaca

Vathy Harbor, Ithaca

Vathy Harbor, Ithaca © 2015 Sean M. Madden

I posted the below update yesterday to our two-month-old #CreativeTribes community on Slack. I thought I’d share it here on as a way to update folk within this realm as well. For anyone interested in joining our tribe-building community, you can quickly sign up (free for early members) via The #CreativeTribes Curated mailing mentioned below is our weekly listing of top-pick articles and other such resources. Members receive this each Friday, with Issue #5 having gone out earlier today. Curated has been well-received, with an open rate that’s consistently well over twice the industry average. Even better, the click rate is typically between 3 and 4 times industry average. Read more


The Nymph of Ogygia

The following paragraph, from Mufidah’s post of yesterday, sums up the significance of our now being on the Ionian island of Ithaca, off the west coast of Greece. Specifically, we’re now living in, and writing from, Vathy, the island’s capital.

It feels good to be here after 29 months of travelling, a journey inspired by Sean’s and my shared desire to travel together. Greece is a key destination for both of us. For ages, I’ve wanted to spend considerable time in Greece, to get to know the country of my father and ancestors, and to connect with the Greek in me. Likewise Sean, who has for many years wanted to experience Greece, having studied ancient Greek and the Greek classics in graduate school. And, so, it feels particularly fitting for us to be on Ithaca, home of Odysseus and the island he took ten years to return to after the end of the Trojan war. Not only have we both held the dream and intention to come to Greece, Sean and I have been through a whole host of Odyssean trials since we began our travels in 2012.

I, therefore, think it a befitting time to finally publish the sonnet I penned Read more

Bicycling, Bagels & Kebabs in Berlin

Tiergarten Ferris Wheel, Berlin

Tiergarten Ferris Wheel, Berlin © 2014 Sean M. Madden

Yesterday, we planned to bicycle to Shakespeare & Sons in Friedrichshainnot to browse or buy books, but to sample the delights at Fine Bagels, located within the bookshop.

Having grown up in the Northeast, twenty miles south of Boston, I’ve been a lover of good, fresh-baked bagels since I was a wee lad. One of my early memories is driving with my mother to a Jewish bakery in the nearby town where my sister’s swim team trained in the ridiculously early hours each morning. It was St. Patrick’s Day, and so, naturally, there were green bagels on offer. I thought that was a most splendiferous thing. But scarcely had I indulged in this rather Dr. Seussish affair when I threw it all up. It might have been that I’d come down with the flu, or perhaps green food coloring and bagels just don’t Read more