The hardest thing about getting older is realizing that I might, in fact, be a minor character in someone else's story. (I keep changing this bio. I'm not sure I'll ever nail it)
22,133 words in 118 moments in 29 cities since September 7th, 2013
Barcelona — I went back to Barcelona. I was there for almost all of October, which is just enough time to get over jet lag, readjust, fall back into your old life and then say good bye all over again. I spent my...
San francisco — I think I’m falling in love with San Francisco. Here are the reasons why: 1) if a man in golden leotard were to walk down the street with a small dog there is a good chance someone would make a comme...
L'alt penedès — One of my favorite things about traveling is the conversation. It’s not just that the conversation with fellow travelers tends to veer toward the substantive and intimate, it’s that when it happens yo...
Is this workin?
My dear friend...
What are we all doing here anyway?
Stairway to heaven.
There was an "alfombra del pueblo" in the square and an energizing belief in the power of the people
Over the tree tops. Traveling with EG.
Getting away from it all for a little while
A visit to the dentist and a theory about health insurance
I am not a book lover
NYC -London - Barcelona jumble
What happened here?
KTL visits. Dichotomies. Conversation. Exploration. Curiosity.
Literary genocide and other things
The neighbors, again
On conversations that feel like they are changing the world
The edge of the world. Conversation about systems and evil.
Texture and meaning
Where do we go from here?
The Eurasian Chinese restaurant experience.
The neighbor dilemma.
And so the love affair begins. I think.
Things to think about while vomiting.
On cities that were made for friendship
Independence. Memories. The beat generation. Economics. Love. Being pleasing. Non invasive.
Everything looks like Mississauga. Again.
Road tripping with EG
Adapt or die. Paulo Coehlo on ebooks. Also: everyone feels as though they have a voice, but it's just noise.
While walking home: Leadership, culture and assimilation
Free things and thieves. And my obnoxious neighbor.
I cant watch movies anymore. It's happened. I hate Chef and I should have liked it.
The lily thief, the woman in winter clothes, the casual backyard invader.
Hopping back and forth and back again
But, you're not that hot.
Some of this food was brought to you by "rapeway"
I like to pretend I don't need sunscreen
Restaurant nostalgia and thoughts about waiting for the bathroom
Thoughts about sexual assault brought on by a book reading.
This is not a park. There's a portal here and it belongs to the resistance.
Multiple identities. African storybooks. Oral traditions. Home but not. Fleetingly.
On the way to get cheese.
Terrible American airlines experience. I think I'm starting to hate flying in general. Except for the arriving bit.
Making your own soap.
Finding power in pain.
They add dye to that.
Stopping to smell the roses, or visit the aliens.
It's as though the only thing I can't write about is myself. It's too specific.
This is actually a memory tag for a conversation about birth control and plan b, despite appearances.
First Thailand. Now here.
I dislike Safeway and I think I hate coupons.
Jobs not jails: homeboy industries
Walking L.A. Sweating. how do you define a walkable city?
Is he crazy?
Maybe men feel invisible too in their forties. Talk with Jane Green
Traveling in California: the futility of comparing places
And...now I'm here. And this food court seems like a remarkable thing.
My life, transported
African Writer's Series
Goodbye...Hasta la proxima....
A friend visits. I have two weeks left.
In the future, all the good guys are white
Why some countries are poor and others rich...
A sugary aftermath
Involuntary almost vegan.
Rebel knitters. In the midst of frustration with healthcare system.
Where I will be when the zombies come
Moments before: breakfast, babies. Right after: new years, engagement. Life.
It started with the blender. Then the pants. And now, the stove.
Trees lashed by phantasms
Ritual. Black cat. Good conversation. Cemetery.
Michigan women's festival
Are you white?
Morning after: cat suits, balloons, slot machines, Portuguese hospitality and tiny powerful women.
Not this soap.
Reuniting with old friends
Couldn't upload the picture of the amazing book temple/store, so here we go: my room for the night instead.
The money cat at zevs. Just after roasted chicken risotto
Those dolls. Spotted while transporting salad.