Santa clarita — Don’t let the alcohol fool you — it wasn’t a super happy moment. Well, actually, maybe it was. The overall mood was heavy; Auntie A had collapsed a few days prior and was now in the ICU, and in a coma.1 I got a message from my cousin with the news, and sent it to my mom right away. Less than 12 hours later, she texts me: “We’re flying in.” (You know it’s a big deal when they decide in less tha...
Tokyo — There are places whose names have a palpably tragic resonance; places you only know from the news, places that you saw plastered across front pages, gouged heads dripping blood, F16s swooping over he...
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...
On conversations that feel like they are changing the world
"I'm from Libya," he said. I don't know what to say. It's as if he'd told me he'd just come from his father's funeral.
There are a thousand quintillion clichés for every sunset. So, how was this one different? This: "Mandelstam. Brodsky. Anja."
"Trust is the biggest compliment. Trust breeds magic."
I was never afraid to ask. People make assumptions about what's possible, but they never ask or try .. I did.
This is actually a memory tag for a conversation about birth control and plan b, despite appearances.
Race, face, place.
Best friends and Benedicts
A conclusion: You obviously write more poetry than prose.
A trip saved by pizza.
"Have you ever flown?" I asked him. "Not really," he replied.