I’d grown weary of the relentless parade of concrete, cement, cinderblocks; the onslaught of chimney-like blasts of smoke pelting at…
A ‘Hood In Flux
After two months away from Bali, my home for more than 6 years, I’ve returned and begun to settle in.…
When The Relatives Came
It was a long time coming. After six years of living in Bali (halfway around the world from my birthplace),…
The Jetlag Tango
I’ve come home. To Bali. Ubud. My little oasis. I open the gate and Blackie leaps up to lick me,…
How to Take Leave of Your Family Home
If your life is anything like mine, it might go something like this: After a few days of crossing multiple…
Montreal Marks a Milestone
While we’re on the subject of birthdays, it’s worth remembering that I’ve had the (good?mis?) fortune of spending time in…
Bagel Birthday Bash!
White seed or black? White please, and preferably piping hot, right out of the brick oven. For any native-born and…
The Trump Dilemma: To Buy or Not To Buy?
A few late nights ago, flying into Washington’s National airport, I spotted in close proximity, the vague but immediately recognizable…
Bangkok: You Got a Hold on Me
Not much beats Bangkok in terms of its visual-feast-factor. Even though I’ve taken at least a dozen extended stops in…
Between the Sawah and a Hard Place
In Bali, there is a zone – where concrete walls meet the sawah (rice paddies). It’s a sacred space; as…
