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[dropcap]Traveling to Ladakh[/dropcap] was all accident that summer. One morning, while dithering about where to go, my eye drifted up the map to a dot marked Leh. A small name for a giant dream. I had always wanted to travel there, the capital of the ancient Himalayan kingdom of Ladakh. Remote, virtually unreachable, a land …
Hello, my name is Pam Mandel. Today, I am fifty-one years old. I’m as surprised by that as anyone. Ask me anything.
I turned 50 in January and slid in to 2014 not particularly feeling my age — that seems like the best one could ask for from what is meant to be such a significant birthday. Kurt Vonnegut wrote about turning 50 in Breakfast of Champions; he described it as crossing the peak of a roof …
Oh, hey. Sorry, I thought I was dreaming, but I’m awake and you’re still here. Thanks for that. I mean it. The fact that you keep showing up here to wander around inside the messy place that is my brain means… Some of you for nearly fifteen years. Yeah, that long. And you’re still here. …
Welcome to my kitchen table. Here you can find a ukulele — it’s orange — and a giant jar of honey and a 100 peso note and a red accordion file that holds the bills and receipts for things related to my band. There’s a iPhone 4s, a delay pedal, a bottle of iridescent nail …
My story about the catch and release hummingbird site on the San Pedro River is up here. The place I stayed — paid for by Arizona Tourism, but not mentioned in the story — was a really beautiful Spanish style courtyard retreat called Casa San Pedro. Sometimes, they tag hummingbirds right there at the inn …