Emma, like her mom Trish, does not seem affected by jet-lag. She just goes to bed when she is ready and falls asleep. Lily, sadly, is like me and we have both been hit by jet-lag worse than usual. I’ve been…
Lily looks a little pale, and says she has a bad headache. We find out later that Varanasi has her spooked. The grit, decay and proximity of death makes for a haunting experience. Varanasi is not a fun place as…
Lily grimaces at me. “You shouldn’t mock the Bay-hive’ She’s going through an inexplicable Beyonce phase. I’m making up lyrics to “Put a Ring on it’ and singing them loudly through JFK airport. “If you want to get a snack…
Welcome Washington Post readers! And thanks to the post for publishing my letter to Trisha. It’s nice to be recognized. What’s even nicer is the outpouring of people that say they feel or have felt the same way, and that somehow…
Dear Trish, I just miss you. I don’t have much else to say. If you want to stop reading now, please know only that I miss you. (I know down deep you think all this grieving is emo and tedious.) When I…