More than I can tell.

After a while, you come to terms with the things you took for granted that are no longer there. For instance, the particular brand of queso dip they sell at Harris Teeter, which… Read More →

Say why, do we have to say goodbye?

There’s an old Girl Scout song we sing here sometimes that goes: Say when, will we ever meet again Say when, will we ever meet again Say when, will we ever meet again… Read More →

Here at Sangam

I am sitting in Sangam’s computer room, trying to figure out how I made it halfway around the world in one piece. The flights were fine but long, and the drive to Pune… Read More →

On my way.

I leave in an hour. I will sit in John F. Kennedy International Airport for about two hours before I get on a plane to Zurich. I will (hopefully) go to sleep, and… Read More →

Visa.

I was so worried I wouldn’t receive my visa, because I worry about things like that. And of course I did, and not only did I receive it, I received it in one… Read More →