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Dad and me in Kenya Booming voice, sparkling blue eyes, laser sharp intellect and laughter that could fill a room.  My dad was the center of our lives, all of us spokes that turned around his axis.   When I was little I thought he was magic.  For my tenth birthday, he took my friends and me to see Jaws in 3-D.  We waited for some time for the film to begin and were disappointed when they were not rolling it.  My dad got up from his seat and asked the projectionist to start th

“What’s his name?” I ask the camel herder of my shaggy looking dromedary.   “Michael Jackson.” “What’s that guy's name?” “Also Michael Jackson.” “And the other one?” “Michael Jackson as well,” he says, and breaks out into a belly laugh accompanied by his friends. “All these camels are named Michael Jackson.  Except that one over there. He is Luke Skywalker.” The dunes stretch to the horizon, beautiful beige ribbons etching the endless hills of the Thar desert.  The herd of ca

An angry rain whipped the exposed skin of my face but did not deter me from my mission of finding the perfect honeymoon outfit.  Head down, chin tucked in, I trudged up the narrow steps of the boutique on Newbury Street in Boston.  Once inside the brightly-lit shop, I lingered, purveying the jewelry, the catchy notecards and of course, the summer dresses.  Amidst the  new arrivals rack, I found a cute gingham dress that not only looked great but would be perfect for Hawaii.