Sometimes Flowers are Not what They Seem Chapter Four It’s raining. The death breath twins are exuberantly chatty by the coffee machines. I sit in an empty booth to escape their mindless octaves and entertain myself with the falling raindrops on the window. The grey sky is lonely today. Mr. Baxter pulls into the parking … More The Wish Bathers, Chapter Four
War for Breakfast in Bed Chapter Three Days fly by, the war keeps breathing, and the world seems heavier with each new calculation of death and defeat and lies. News of more bombings drop into our newspapers and radio shows like explosions of nausea and anger and it feels like the whole world is united … More The Wish Bathers, Chapter Three
The Black Glass between Us isn’t Ninja Proof Chapter Two It’s another Zen-like morning when I wake up—my belly still full of pancakes and bacon—and I stay in bed to watch the sunlight move around my room as it warms up all the crevices and corners for the day. No phone calls, no interruptions, no … More The Wish Bathers, Chapter Two
Knee-High in Foods and Dudes Chapter One After 25 years of traveling around this big, beautiful sun, I’ve come to the unfortunate realization that most people fit into one of three categories after hearing my name for the first time. I used to think it was a drag to be constantly reminded of how monotonous … More The Wish Bathers, Chapter One
Crossing the Nepal border from India on a bicycle rickshaw was pretty cool. . . even after an overnight train from Goa, a scathing visit in Delhi, another over night train to Gorakhpur, and then a 3 hour local bus ride to Sunauli. We got to Nepal exhausted and starving, wondering where to go next, … More Pokhara, Nepal. . . .La la la!