You race across the page, one typo after another to correct. There is one more story to submit and then it’s into the taxi already waiting and off to the airport. It’s a conference. Jakarta beckons. You await the smog that will hit you when you land, a physical presence to the very air of …

We grow old. We all do. And as we get older, sometimes past friendships dim and dissipate. They don’t entirely disappear (though that they do, some do, one cannot predict these things, it seems) but we all know what happens. There is a distance. This is okay for there are a few friendships that still …

You call me every day. Sometimes we discuss what you had for lunch or what I’m cooking for dinner. The weather. Gossip. Secrets. We tell each other what’s really on our mind, what’s really weighing on our hearts. And in telling, in saying it out loud, in sharing these things, the heaviness disappears. Magic. Of …

Some days we all wish to be far, far away. If only. I’m driving into the city. The middle of the afternoon, early for our dinner appointment but hey, that’s how we avoid the traffic, right? Maybe not. The cars do not move, not one inch. And when they do, one crazy Mercedes after another …

There were once three women, wise and bold, who travelled far in search of a miracle foretold. Some say they were witches, some say they were queens. Perhaps they were none such and nothing in between. Across seas and deserts they roamed afar, to chase after a falling star. Three wise women, they walked like …