Honk OK Please (Delhi, India)

I went to India. And it was...AWESOME. I didn't have the mind-blowing revelation I had hoped for. I suppose the anticipation for one rid the possibilities of such an epiphany. I think they're supposed to happen when you least expect it—like staring at beautifully-designed architecture built by a genius king who predicted his own death…

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“Beyond My Glass-Filled Hole” – A Tribute to Eversholt

I am very delayed in all of my summer posts... My only excuse is that I find it hard to write about England because it yanks me between love and loathing–and I like my posts to be in order, so I delayed it all until I finally wrote something. Since I am in a Non-Fiction…

The Grand Canyon and other grand things

We set off on Christmas day. From the valley to Needles, we drove through the sunset and into the dark clouds. Our friends waited at the motel where we ate small sandwiches, drank wine, and fell asleep before midnight. Morning came fast. The roaring of the winds shook the fragile walls of our room. Outside, trees…