My father’s boyhood Banyan
“This has been here since I was a boy,” my father said happily, patting its trunk like...
Chinese Fishing Nets
It’s not the Portuguese influence that dazzles along the shore at Fort Kochi. As we...
Mining the paper trail
We hunched over practically illegible record books, sweating next to a moody fan and...
On the road to Nilgiri
Stephen, whose long legs were not built for Indian buses or back seats, sat up front...
South India’s Misty Mountains
It’s true what they say about the Nilgiri Hills, where my father’s father was born, and...
Hills of tea
You can’t forget the tea for long in Coonoor. It surrounds the town, cascading down the...
Welcome to Jamaica
Buying Jade her first young coconut at a roadside stall in Falmouth, Jamaica. Share...
Do you know any Crooks?
I hoped to find leads to the Crooks history in town. The Falmouth Renewal Offices seemed...
The Goats
They stood like sentinels on top of the graves, staring at us. “Eerie,” Stephen said....
Falmouth’s old church
St. Peter’s Anglican Church had weathered its share of storms. It was the oldest public...
The fisherman
Troy turned around and followed the dirt path that led down to the sea. Two men toiled...
In Henrietta’s garden
We had driven back down to Henrietta’s cottage, triumphant in the afterglow of finding...
