I'm no longer in India, so I suppose this is the end of the road for this blog. Watch for a recovering expat blog soon.

I have my very first cavity. Prognosis: drillin and fillin. 10 am saturday morning ( Read more... )

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i've never returned to india in the summer. yesterday i couldn't even read the newspaper, the heat massaged my brain cells into complaceny and inertia, like too much hot tub + vodka in my head ( Read more... )

my latest:

http://washingtontimes.com/world/20060414-110533-6362r.htm

http://www.telegraphindia.com/1060415/asp/weekend/story_6102969.asp

In the hidden alley behind Karim's, where none of the goras and few Indian ever reach, there is an Islamic bookstore and a little stall that sells haleem ( Read more... )

i just ran into this while doing a search for another one of my articles. I wrote it a long time ago when i was covering a poor, african-american neighborhood in Florida. its made me stop, and re-evaluate myself all over again. which prejudices do i have left? what is still in me that needs to die out ( Read more... )

I rode on a scooter, helmetless, down a limitless beach highway with my husband's hands around my waist.
I felt my mind completely clear for the first time in my life.
I feel so creative. I feel so in love.

My slogans: Feel the erica lee (www.sloganizer.com/en/)

that's right folks. its over.

dress worn, tears sobbed, cake eaten, taj mahal seen, parents left and job quit. now off to the honeymoon. see you all in the new year.

I don’t pretend to like this city, but I certianly felt affection for it the days following the blasts. The markets surged back to life 24 hours later. Children held sparklers and ran laughing through the streets. Delhi may be mean, but it sure is hard to oppress. It was so good to see so much life after so much destruction ( Read more... )