My Next Wedding

My Next Wedding

For a completely different scene, we went to one of the hill stations in northern India in the part of India that used to be part of Tibet, 7,500 feet up the foothills of the Himalayas.  Specifically, a town called Mussoorie, where the Dalai Lama first fled in 1959...
Highways, Goat Tracks, and Perspective

Highways, Goat Tracks, and Perspective

So the patterns on my scarf are Sanskrit, I learned from my sister-in-law.  And apparently my scarf has “come home”.  A guide told me the writing was about one of the three “main” gods in the Hindu religion Shiva the destroyer…as in the destroyer of bad things.  If...
Grab the Bull by the Horns

Grab the Bull by the Horns

(co-edited by the one in the blue scarf…aka my daughter) The versatile pink scarf is acquiring some new purposes on this trip.  On safari to the “jungle” (which just looked too dry and sparse to allow my brain to categorize it as “jungle”) it was a bug screen....
Traveling with Brad and Angelina

Traveling with Brad and Angelina

My daughter employs her own version of her pink scarf to cover up her white skin. Inclusion and diversity are two words that are defining my adult life.  My professional life and my personal life.  I think about them when I travel.  There are so many reasons people...