When my bus arrived in the “city center” of Chiang Dao, a small community on the side of Doi Chiang Dao Mountain in a sleepy part of northern Thailand, I thought I had missed my stop. The word tiny is too large for that town. But there was a driver waiting with a songthaew, and …

I spent one month in a bungalow on Monkey Forest Road just outside the Ubud Monkey Forest in Bali, and the overarching lesson that I learned there was this: the jungle ALWAYS wins. Now, I don’t mean to paint my life on Monkey Forest Road as a hardship by any means. It was one of …

Telling people that you are headed to a yoga retreat solicits a lot of confused looks and bewildered reactions. My colleagues said, “Jen, you do know there is yoga in Chicago, right?” My Grandfather questioned, “You are traveling to do yoga?” (audible sigh) “Oh well.”