I didn’t even blog during the second half of my week at Rancho La Puerta. That’s how engaged I was in what was going on right there. Now I’m back at my desk in Raleigh, reorienting. Feels a bit strange not to be spending the day in yoga clothes. More later. Add to del.icio.us - Stumble It! - Subscribe […] Read More

It’s midweek here in my term as novelist-in-residence in heaven (Rancho La Puerta spa in Tecate, Mexico)and I’ve had several bits of personal enlightenment. *A few months ago I posted about having a contrarian tendency, so often wanting to play the wrong card for a situation, taking some perverse delight in that. Sometime yesterday, I […] Read More

This morning I went to three exercise classes: one working out with a heavy bar, next circuit training, then an hour and a half of Iyengar yoga. This afternooon,as novelist-in-residence for the week at Rancho La Puerta spa in Tecate, Mexico, I taught my writing class. Teaching the class took more out of me than […] Read More

First full day at Rancho La Puerta in Mexico, the spa where I’m teaching writing this week. Yesterday after leaving leafy North Carolina in the morning, I was on a bus by early afternoon from the San Diego airport to the Mexican town of Tecate (yes, they make Tecate beer here) Suddenly in sun and […] Read More

A Hindu holy man, or sadhu, is usually identifiable by orange robes. Generally such people have left home to pursue an ascetic religious life, owning only what they carry. On the Ganges bank in Varanasi (setting of my novel Sister India), a holy man or two is sometimes available, for a few rupees, to look […] Read More

This rickshaw in Benares, or Varanasi, India, represents a variation on “Bloom Where You’re Planted.” The idea is: “Splash Color Wherever You Roll.” I like to go places where decoration shows up unexpectedly, where the ordinary objects and the unsung corners are turned into something wonderful. Add to del.icio.us - Stumble It! - Subscribe to this feed - Digg it Read More

This is the mosquito net on my bed in Benares, or Varanasi (where–did I mention?–I was doing research for my novel Sister India.) My first few nights there I didn’t have one of these, and so many tiny moths were darting around my room in the dark that I pulled the sheet over my head […] Read More

What, you might ask, is bold about the Indian city of Benares or Varanasi–(other than being the setting for my novel Sister India)? It sits by a holy river, the Ganges, which purifies the sins of sunrise bathers, draws millions of devout visitors, and floods regularly high up the city walls. It is the city […] Read More

Another of my favorites from Varanasi (or Benares) where I spent a winter doing research for my novel Sister India. I like it because of the angle of the light, the feeling of motion, and again the sisterhood image of the two women. And the red. Add to del.icio.us - Stumble It! - Subscribe to this feed - Digg it Read More

Some culvert pipes are left on the street for construction and quickly turn into a market, a little strip shopping center. I love the enterprise and ingenuity of this. This is at the market area called Dashashvamedh in Varanasi. This central site turns up in my novel Sister India. It’s the point of reference for […] Read More