You Can’t Go Home Again, the title of Thomas Wolfe’s posthumous novel, came to mind recently when I made my…
The Spirit of Rouzan
I was reading the New York Times yesterday, when I fell on a recent story which I expected to be…
Sacred Metal (& Mourning)
This past Saturday evening, satiated from another jam-packed day at the Ubud Writers Festival, and fatigued by the blazing sun,…
The Kitemen of Kerobokan
Along with fishing, climbing trees, playing on scooters, and turning leaves into whirligigs, kite-flying is a pastime of Balinese boys.…
A Four-Legged Frenzy
After 2 travelicious months in Europe, I returned to Bali, plunging headfirst into a voluntary dog-ful universe. These are not…
Vilnius to Valbonne
It’s unlikely that Lithuania appears on the radar for a family reunion. Indeed, it’s not a country that usually falls…
The Sun Always Rises
Consider this. A scraggly line, more like an arc. Its form still invisible in the darkness. Yet we wait, steeped…
15 Seconds
What’s this: 15 seconds? Well, my fleeting moment of blogg-o-fame might last a little longer – if your reading is…
The Day Bali Imposed a Digital Detox
Have you ever heard a kingfisher sing? Or seen swallows flit straight across the sky unhindered (for once) by pockets…
Lessons About Life (Or How I Spent a Day at LG)
It was one of those days. When all your plans go to pot. Like yesterday, the day I launched my…
