Tea. Three letters. One word. Many emotions: the warmth of home, hospitality, the opulence of High Tea. Nostalgia and rituals of home so easily get tangled with the history of colonialism and culture that sets the scene for this beloved drink.
Oaxaca, Mexico - February 2025 When Vivi invites a group to see her weaving workshop, she usually uses a translator. But today, she does not. She welcomes our group with strong, confident English . Her voice carries like the wind, breathy and bouyant but steady. Our guide tells us that Vivi has
Whidbey Island, Washington, USA - July 2026 stars above stars below in the swells they scatter with only the touch of a hand the sea strewn with diamonds - catch them if you can they shimmer but for the blink of your tissue paper eyelids There is no moon in the sky
Chennai's Kasimedu Harbor and the Tensions of a Changing Economic Landscape Chennai, Tamil Nadu India - March 2026 Note: After sending out Chinampas, from issue 2 of Micromoments, I received a couple comments about the idea of generational knowledge as wealth. One reader asked me a question. What did
Seoul, South Korea - April 2025 The Sunday morning tryst with the alleys began walking along the Cheonggyecheon river walk in Jong-ro district, Insadong, not far from my hotel. The walls climbed high from the river walk to the street level and created a sort of shelter that turned this
Chennai, Tamil Nadu - India February 2026 She lays her nest in the dark of a night sky Lit by a city whose lights do not sleep. The waves are her midwife Egg sac full and ready to burst. Her spot must be just right for the legacy she will leave
Tláhuac, Mexico - February 2025 The only word I hear Martín say throughout our boat ride along the Chinampas of Tláhuac is “hola”. He is a quiet, even presence throughout, the force that propels us along timeless plots of floating gardens and farms. Of everyone on this journey, he is the
Ao Nang, Thailand - November 2024 I tried my best to stay content on the shore, looking into the blue-green waves and the distant limestone cliffs with a longing I swallowed in gulps along with the black currant jelly drink I had bought from one of the 7/11’s
It took me a long time to say this to myself: "Yes! You can do this. Write without an editor, without any publication in mind. Just write for yourself." Have you ever felt that way? Like something inside you is asking you to take it's desire