IWD

Happy International Women’s Day! It should be, and is, for many. But it’s not, for far too many others. We read Malala’s Magic Pencil this morning. About how she wove magic, achieved the unimaginable. With her words. How words have power. There is an audible gasp in the classroom when I tap the statistic that …

Alley

Like many things in Hanoi, these winding streets feel unimaginable. The narrowest of alleys, sheperded by iron gates, concrete walls, towering apartments. All linked with secret turns and punctuated by the sharpest of angles. The sky darkens from gray to black, dusk is here. We’re unconcerned, despite being trapped like rats and even accompanied by …

Perch

My eyes are drawn First, to the bike. Immaculate, sleek, defined. This is the treasure of one who tends, with care. Both helmets perfectly placed, one hanging, as it should, from the handlebar, ready at moment’s notice. The second, lain in wait, nestled securely in cradle, eager for a second rider. The spokes define the …

Ebb

* The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythm * When crossing the street in Vietnam, you do it with rhythm Two, four, six lanes of traffic, steady. Cadent. Like how you pass days in quarantine. We’re stuck here For the first …