Some initial thoughts from a travel-addled brain

Yes, this happens close to home, too, and yes, there are ways we can all help. I will soon address all of that, but right now I’m getting my bearings about me.

My welcome home

The next time I leave I’m afraid I’ll return to a small pyramid fashioned out of giant dried turds.

Khru Ja

I got to spend an afternoon with someone whose spirit would make me reconsider the existence of God.

Meet The Exodus Road

On strategy, teams, collaboration and those whose faces we cannot show you: how do you even begin to fight human trafficking?

Through the haze of jet lag

After more than 30 hours of travel, I’m finally on the other side of the world. Where they are playing my daughter’s favorite song in the hotel lobby.

The birth of a hashtag

When two different and opposing groups of people clashed, and an inside joke became useful.

Wildlife Encounters, episode “Frog”

Even on an island 3,000 miles away I cannot escape the wildlife. You would have screamed, too. Do not lie to me and say otherwise.

A room with a view

Next time I’ll go on that hike, but my first encounter with Maui was a little more sedate. Deliciously sedate.

Back in the Mountain Time Zone

Whenever I used to travel I always forgot something important like my toothbrush or, you know, pants. Not anymore!

Mahalo

I don’t know the statistics for Prozac prescriptions in Hawaii, but I could probably make a solid guess.