Bodh Gaya Sells “Enlightenment” to Tourists—It Sold Me a Philly Cheesesteak
My heart is set on the Philly cheesesteak—the only one, I’m certain, to be found in India.
My heart is set on the Philly cheesesteak—the only one, I’m certain, to be found in India.
The problem, of course, is that the public toilet involves doing the private in public.
As a person who spends a lot of her time reading, writing, and teaching about endangered creatures and environments, I craved something hopeful.
Will the vertigo again become acute? Will the stress of this, or some root cause that spurs it, end my life before it might otherwise end?
It’s Nigeria, after all. Hope is what keeps many alive. In plethora of sufferings and fears, prayers abound.
We pass other boats and, from each one, there is the double-take, a stare. Two boats full of only black people is apparently a rare sight.
We were three single Americans with a whiskey handle. What reception would we wake to if we fall asleep on the wrong sand?
The roadside cross is a jarring balance of the emotional poles, internal and external, surely an action by and for the remaining soul—not the one who has departed.
For me, loss of faith was hollowing. Can you believe in miracles without believing in God?
Collecting and burning wood, I felt close to my family. It was something tangible, something that kept us warm.
The state bird of Alabama is the yellowhammer, and the state game bird is the turkey. One bird for beauty, and one to blow up.
“Being disabled my entire life, I have yet to experience the kind of loss that MM must feel. To me, disability is the norm.”
Meeting a fellow writer you admire in search of approval and permission.
“The feeling of being out on my own is worth all the fear I must fight to get there.”
“I’m still transfixed by the deep-fried stick of butter on a stick.”
Ferries are a salve against a society that prioritizes productivity above all else.
“What a menace, to live in bodies that are so frequently assumed to be corrupt.”