I loved sharing the evolution of Don George’s beautiful new collection of stories, The Way of Wanderlust, here recently, and today, I couldn’t be more excited to be giving away two signed copies.
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Book Passage 2015: Notes on teaching, touchstones, and the crossing of thresholds.
The Book Passage travel writing and photography conference is a kind of touchstone place I keep returning to, and yet each year finds us all moving forward in our lives and work as well.
“To hear myself living”: Notes on shifting gears and slowing down in 2014.
I’m welcoming the space this stillness will bring to my life – the space to dive into the story I’m hoping to share, and to dig deep into the lessons these last few years on the road have taught me.
TBEX Dublin: On the importance of asking why.
To ask why is to go deeper, to seek the significant and look for connections. It takes time to draw meaning out of an experience, but it’s worth it – for ourselves and for the stories we’re wanting to tell.
Book Passage 2013: Notes on living with an open heart.
Carrying me through each step was the gift that Book Passage gave me, and others: assurance that we are on the right path. That every page written, every risk taken, and every dream believed are actually leading somewhere.
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.
A do-it-yourself writing retreat: Or, how to live on a beach in India for $314 a month.
Last week I realized what exactly these last four weeks have been for me – a kind of do-it-yourself writing retreat. I didn’t need to wait for an official fellowship; all it took was me carving out the time to come to Goa and get to work.
Notes on taming the beast that is the non-fiction book proposal.
Writing a book proposal requires a different part of your brain – not the fun part that concerns itself with creating prose as pretty as poetry. Rather, it’s all about wrangling the many parts of your book into a whole.
Grateful in Goa: Or, the greatest gift we can give ourselves.
And usually it’s right then – as my face is turned to the sun and my arms and legs are moving in great big circles through the Arabian Sea – that it hits me, every day: This is my life.
A place to hang my beach towel: At home in Goa
“Let’s take you home,” Hannah said, and I swear to you, I could’ve cried. And after an hour of unpacking and setting out knick-knacks, I did cry, just a little, and they were all tears of big, huge, inexpressible joy.










