Deidre

Hanoi –an unexpectedly small airport. There is my brother standing at the exit gate, his face all alight and grinning – a bunch of cellophane… Read More »Arrival

Beyond the triple glazed glass dome of the airport unfamiliar long legged birds duck and strut on the white sand  encroaching the 5 lane highway.… Read More »Passing through kingdoms

  When does a trip begin? Is it when the contours of daily life take on a transparent aspect; when you note that the days… Read More »You can’t plan everything