I’ve just completed my usual airport routine of performing black-market surgery on the ole red back pack. Stitching fresh wounds with safety pins and dental floss, while… Read more “Moving to America… yet, again.”
Category: Fellow Travelers and Friends
Bali: The good, the bad and the Bintang.
I was struggling to title this post, as I wasn’t entirely sure it was necessary to use the word “bad” in a heading which recalls my twelve… Read more “Bali: The good, the bad and the Bintang.”
Happy Holidays from Oz: My new Narnia.
About one year after I packed my bags and ventured into the colorful abyss that is our world, I noticed a comment on one of my Instagram… Read more “Happy Holidays from Oz: My new Narnia.”
Georgia: Cause We Do it Better.
I tend to be a person of, shall we say, passion. I choose the word passion with great vigilance, as I am attempting to cast a rainbow… Read more “Georgia: Cause We Do it Better.”
I’ll take the aisle seat.
I’m not sure how this happened, but I think I am attempting to become an official writer. Like a real-life, typewriter and Ray Bans, cigarettes and contemplative stares– writer.… Read more “I’ll take the aisle seat.”
Tobacco Fields and Volcanoes: SkillCorps Indonesia
For exactly one year, I have been writing letters, selling cookies and dancing on soap boxes to spread the news about Global Autism Project. I see a beautiful… Read more “Tobacco Fields and Volcanoes: SkillCorps Indonesia”
India: The Taj Mahal and a Mischievous Camel.
Landing in Delhi was the definition of surreal. While in this exact moment, as our hired driver slams the brakes to avoid smashing a suicidal J-walking monkey,… Read more “India: The Taj Mahal and a Mischievous Camel.”
The Altamaha Part II: The quaint life of a Riverbilly, and why the South will always be home.
Over the past 5 years I’ve tried to embrace the theory that “home is where I hang my hat.” I left my hometown when I was 16… Read more “The Altamaha Part II: The quaint life of a Riverbilly, and why the South will always be home.”
Vail, Colorado: Never Never Land.
You know that scene in Peter Pan when Wendy is begging Peter to tell her about his home, then he flutters his elfin toes and breaks into… Read more “Vail, Colorado: Never Never Land.”
Praha: Fare the Well my Beloved Europe.
I have a bachelor’s degree in Art History. Yes, I spent five years of my life, memorizing slides, monotonous dates, and the varying shades of Burnt Siena.… Read more “Praha: Fare the Well my Beloved Europe.”
Becoming Waldo 