Story Time

   Rishikesh has done her work. She has helped me let go of the story of the fire. And that’s all it is really, a story. The facts are: there was a fire 10 flights below me; it filled the hotel with smoke; the fire was extinguished; no one was hurt.  That’s it. All the … More Story Time

Fire Down Below

This is a little story about customer service.  One of the very first blog posts I wrote about India started, “India always smells like its a little bit on fire.” Today I got to experience the source of that smell first hand. Or at least one source.  I was staying in an international luxury hotel … More Fire Down Below

Namaskar – Welcome

  Arriving in India This is far from my first trip to the motherland, but each time has its own challenges and complications. It’s the one expectation its safe to have. Our arrival was pretty seamless: customs and immigration was a breeze but it’s always made more invigorating by the stern-faced, naturally suspicious immigration officers. It … More Namaskar – Welcome

The Periwinkle Door

I needed just three states to complete my eastern seaboard map: New Hampshire, Vermont and Maine. Only Vermont remains. Last week I accompanied a friend to New Hampshire to visit some of her family. I volunteered to go, as is my way. Sometimes I get a yes, sometimes a thanks but no thanks. My feelings … More The Periwinkle Door

Reclamation

Faraway Friday: Rishikesh, India India is always on my mind. I cannot articulate what about this mesmerizing and frustrating country has me so captivated. The people? Absolutely. The colors? For sure. The history, spirituality, devotion, customs, mystery? All of it. But when someone asks me why I love India I can never convey with words … More Reclamation

Resident Tourist

Throw Back Thursday Travel: Washington DC Full disclosure: I was born in Washington DC and raised inside its beltway, first in Maryland and then in Virginia. I left at 19 to go one state south to university, came back for a while, then left again for good at 27. So this is really more about time travel … More Resident Tourist

Sanctum

Growing up a vanilla Methodist, the word sanctuary simply meant that place in church where the minister would drone on and on forever. It’s where I sang in the choir – a mostly social event for me – took communion, and sat on hard benches waiting for the day when I could make my own … More Sanctum