I want to leave you with this thought – that every interest, every childhood pursuit, every old inkling of a dream, can mean something; that the little pieces of our past can always find their place in the puzzle of our present life.
Beneath the Lantern’s Glow: Introducing the book of travel sketches…and a giveaway!
There was a single round lantern directly above my head, floating over two banana trees. On a night when I’d felt entirely disconnected from the city, I was suddenly right where I needed to be. I was beneath the lantern’s glow.
Dear Saigon: At home in Ho Chi Minh City
Thank you for these five days to explore Saigon – a city about which I knew almost nothing before arriving.Thank you that it’s possible to travel so far from home and yet find a home here. Thank you – or as you taught me to say, cảm ơn.
27 things travel has taught me in 27 years.
One thing I can’t ever seem to stop doing is learning. Travel is pretty cool that way – it keeps you on your toes, teaches you lessons big and small, and ensures you never get too comfortable in what you think you know.
Notes from the waiting room: On life and identity off the road.
It’s as we’re all circling up in the ICU waiting room that my answer comes: Even when I’m not a traveler, I am still a daughter, a sister, a niece, a cousin, and – this one being especially true today – a granddaughter.
Sketching Southeast Asia and Japan: Thai canals, a trip in review, and thank you!
I take their sketch with me when I leave – as a token of gratitude that something as simple as a sketch could open the door to our encounter. Here in Southeast Asia, as on every journey, it is the people who have made each place.
Sketching Vietnam: Sketching serendipities in Saigon’s Central Post Office.
Meeting Ksyucha, a fellow sketch artist, in the Saigon Central Post Office reminds me that it is such sketching serendipities I have come to live for – no matter how long the actual sketch itself may take to complete.
Sketching Cambodia: Bracelets and belief at the Choeung Ek Killing Fields.
What else can you do at a place where a million people died? What else can you do but leave something, anything, behind that says we were here, and that we remember?