I’m not sure how I feel about Katie finding the best shell, seeing as how she is from Toledo. Perhaps this is beginner’s luck. Continue reading she shells sea shells
There are dolphins playing along the edges of the surf as the sun glints off the white-capped waves. We will go soon and walk beside them. Continue reading a rhythm of renewal
I wasn’t scared. I could easily have hailed a cab. I was just confused and wanted to find my way. On my own, if I could. Continue reading Letters From Bharat: Oh, Calcutta
I’m not sure we will ever all come together as Michael Jackson’s song suggests. But I’m pretty sure young Chenju will never work on a tea farm. Continue reading Letters From Bharat: Sherpa
It’s 7:30 in the morning in Makiabari, the small mountain village in the Darjeeling area where we have arranged home … Continue reading Letters from Bharat: morning in the mountains
We Americans, we love our tasks. But they love each other, in a way that pushes the clock out of the foreground.
Continue reading Letters from Bharat; waiting in Mumbai
In Mumbia one is immediately struck by the contrasts. Either that or the chaotic traffic, with the constant honking of … Continue reading Letters from Bharat: Mumbia