We rise by lifting others. - Robert Ingersoll When I first visited Nepal in March 1992, I knew immediately, intuitively almost, it was a place I would return to. From the soaring peaks rising to impossible heights to deep valleys, raging rivers and elusive wildlife, ancient culture and intricate history, the fabric of the nation […]

It should have been - or at least should have felt - pretty darn perfect. After years of dreaming and a couple of failed attempts, I was standing on the summit of Everest. It was just Karma Rita and me, alone on top of the world. Like me, Karma was on top for his first […]

As I sit in a conference room in Aspen, Colorado, I find my mind drifting. Drifting not from boredom, not from disinterest - quite the opposite. It is the subject matter, the passion, the enthusiasm filling the room that conjures thoughts and memories of where I was a week ago, high in the Dinaric Alps […]

How to capture 77 years of life well lived? How to encapsulate all the thought, emotion, love, sadness, grief, celebration, and mourning on losing a mother, a friend, an inspiration, after 48 years? I don't know, or even begin to know, but the below is an attempt at remembrance, reflection, commemoration.