Places
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memories of smells
There are some smells from childhood that stick with you, smells with which you quickly associate a memory of a person, place or thing. Here are some on mine from growing up in India. 1. fried fish = missing grandma 2. sticky, sweet honey = grandpa slaughtering a giant jack fruit with his machete 3. Read more
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big hit for the indoorsies who love the outdoors
Here’s Sky’s response to the photo we emailed her of the view from our room: Subject: Re: Oregon Coast Right Outside Our Window Nice. I notice you are observing the outdoors from the indoors. I approve. Read more
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treehouses
This is our fifth year living in Oregon. I figure it’s about time I quit thinking–and whining–about home (Maryland) and start checking out this beautiful state. So I’ve started making a list of places to visit. This is on my list. Read more
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i remember skies like this
This photograph of the Milky Way through the rugged Annapurna, brought back memories of the sparkling canopy of stars in the Banepa skies and the lessons learned my first few months there. (I found the photo here) Read more
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i was once the virgin
You’d better turn the lights on before walking into my parents’ basement or you’ll be spooked by this giant laminated board of me! In the mid-1990’s I was asked to pose as the Virgin Mary for the company’s* giant nativity scene that was lit for every one travelling down the highway to see. After several Read more
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scheer during the civil war–#2
Brief emails from Roy to the head office during the civil war in Nepal. March 10, 2006 We’re on a mass casualty alert –the first one in the history of the hospital. Banepa is a war zone. The police station has been destroyed, the municipal building sacked and burnt, and now there’s about 1200 demonstrators Read more
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i’m moving to france!
On those extra long days when I want to run away, I wistfully run down my mental list of places I’d move to if I could. And France is definitely not on the list. But for this, I’d scratch my list and move to France. How cool if there were one of these at every Read more
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the unbridled wild
Today I spent the day on the banks of the Rogue River–worked some, crocheted in between and, at the end of the day, picked wildflowers. I may not do things that most do with a day on the river–I don’t fish, row, hike. For that matter, I don’t even enjoy walking in nature’s wild and Read more
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the pink chicken
In 2003 we spent seven wonderful days in a beachfront resort in Bali. It was so beachfront that in the mornings the oceans waves would splash over the walls and into the pool that was right in front on our condo. We hardly ever the resort except for a meal. And every time we’d walk Read more
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