A Week in Delhi

My breath caught in small bursts, my chest tightened, blood rushed to my head and I could feel my eyes stinging with tears. “What is happening?,” I thought. “Why is this my reaction to something that’s supposed to be an exciting adventure?” My friend Tessy lives in India, and last fall I’d decided I was…

Escape Artist

I’ve discovered something new about myself. I’m an escape artist. A professional at getting out of things. I get the most done when I’m avoiding what I need to do. I call it productive procrastination. My apartment gets cleaned, my emails get answered, my errands get run, all those mundane tasks are suddenly incredibly appealing….