Bus to Enlightenment and Other Short Stories

My life hasn't changed much since I was four years old, when I donned a pith helmet and wielded a huge paintbrush to paint murals inside my family's garage doors. Later, still brandishing a paintbrush of a fine arts education at Scripps College in California, and the Ecole de Beaux-Arts in Geneva, Switzerland, but now helmeted for world adventures, I began to travel and write stories for U.S. and British publications. I married and produced two patient children, divorced and remarried, then divorced again just for good measure. As I traveled, it was not just the gleaming and curious places or scary ones that I discovered, but all those aspects of myself, the wandering artist, that I never knew existed-the donkey whisperer, the witchdoctor, the welder of fantastic creatures in enameled metal, the gastronomist, ghost hunter, sex school dropout, snake charmer and pilgrim on a bus to enlightenment-all the inner me coming out to meet the world's kaleidoscope. Journeying begins with mystery and making connections... and ends by beginning anew.