Marrakesh: and a tale of remembering, again

Dear friends,

It was 19 years ago today that it happened.  A squeal of the wheels, a twist of the tires and then a face -- my own -- suddenly gone.  

And so it is today that I remember.   I remember My Year of Living Ugly.  This day always seems to come as a reminder just when I need it.  

Here's wishing you a weekend of reflection.  I know I'll be having my own.

With love from Marrakesh,



PS I'm in this month's issue of Glam, included in a piece on ethnic dressing. Many thanks to writer, Deepti Chadalavada:-)