It’s Father’s day today. So we thought we would kick off the newsletter with this poem:  Those Winter Sundays Sundays too my father got up earlyand put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,then with cracked hands that achedfrom labor...

Hello from a mist-laden, lake-front coffee-shop in Chiang Mai where we are perched on cushioned day beds shaded by willow trees sipping on Iced Caramel Macchiatos and feeling guiltily smug about escaping to this paradise while a dusty heat wave...

This week’s newsletter ended up being quite wordy, so we’ll keep the introduction short other than to tell you that we have FINALLY booked our tickets for Thailand this week. We were supposed to leave for Thailand to meet our...

Three days ago, a dear, dear uncle of ours passed away suddenly. He and Ami’s father were pilots in the Indian Air Force, and shared the kind of maverick misadventures and camaraderie that only comes from extreme conditions in close...