Intentional immersion, searching for what we lose in the crowds.
Last night I bought a hand painted, loosely bound, blank journal. I spent my final 200 baht, held in reserve for an iced coffee and green curry chicken; and despite the growls of hunger after said sacrificed dinner, I have no regrets. Since my belongings were all flooded during a short stay on Gili Trawangan […]
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 rather than a grey-umbrella-term over a few of my characteristics, which may seem somewhat ostentatious. For example, I can blame my inability to cope with losing a game […]
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. Okay so only the Ray Bans bit is true and I’m not necessarily a novelist, but perhaps the secondhand version of a novelist… a blogger. I don’t mind the term […]
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 sunrise and feel a sudden inclination to post it on viral social media, proclaiming hashtag-SkillCorps! And now that I’ve had the opportunity to work with partners, both in India and now Indonesia, […]
Generally speaking, I’m not exactly fond of shopping. That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy slipping on a new pair of Ked’s just as much as the next girl… I simply would prefer sticking my hand in a blender over spending an afternoon in a shopping mall, that’s all. That was…until I found the Bazaars of India. […]
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, I find myself struggling to believe I am actually here. Even so, the fiery curried chicken I had for lunch yesterday continues to remind me in the form […]
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 years old with a granite-head concept that I was destined to thrive in a world far greater than the tiny dustbowl lands that raised me: lovely little Jesup, […]
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 song? Well… if Vail, Colorado had a theme song, Peter’s melody of kazoos and flutes would be it. When you’re looking for a magical land, free of remorse and […]
After two solid months of work, monotony and dieting, I was more than eager to scurry through the Atlanta airport two weeks ago en route to the recently deemed “Hippest food capital” in America: Portland, Oregon. My sanity somehow remained intact after a torturously long flight, listening to a five-hour musical composed of toddlers wailing and […]
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. The thought of this, I’m sure, makes many of you want to stick the blunt end of a number two pencil in your left eye socket; but I […]
