an unabashed photo dump and all the things I forgot that I love about America
might as well stand for recovery and rehydration salts.
Incense jammed into the walls of Safdarjung’s Tomb As The New Diplomat’s Wife put it so perfectly: “last week was…well, it was last week.” I only got to read snippets of the news last week in between feverishly plowing through InDesign files and taking care of Will. Perhaps it was for the best. I fervently …
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how settled we feel here. After moving 9 times in the last 5 years; after three countries, three states, one whirlwind courtship, a Foreign Service job offer, a speedy engagement, a marriage, China, a baby, America, India, it’s hard to imagine life without adjusting to at least one …
A wrong turn makes for an unforgettable little road trip to Sultanpur National Park.
The weather here in Delhi has been achingly beautiful. Rains followed by bright blue skies and the sort of mellow temperatures that make us want to just stand still in the sunshine forever…or at least until the heat of summer drives us to seek every shadow, every pool of water, every air-conditioned nook we can find.
Our quiet Chinese New Year celebrations in India