My dad loved India and part of why I've come is to see why. It becomes clearer every day.
A pilgrimage of my own
an embarrassment of riches
The warmth of hospitality we have received, and the sacrifices students and faculty have made for our comfort, is embarrassing.
Living on the streets in Mumbai
It is easy to impose our own vision of home and happiness on people who don't care as much about it as we do.
a guide to tipping in India
How much to tip seems like an unimportant question when there are two families living on the sidewalk outside my hotel window.
passage to India
The colors are rich and vibrant—the flowers and fruit and fabric join the assault on the senses. It makes you wish you had a better camera. Or at least a better memory
the daysman 