The World Becomes (More) Familiar
The world is getting smaller. Not in actuality of course. But in my sense of the familiar. I recognize the Chicago bean scrolling through...
And the Rain Came Down
It starts raining at sunset, flashes of lights in the distance, jarring against the gorgeous pink and yellow of the fading sun- bright...
Return, Again.
I haven’t blogged since last year. Exactly this time last year. Back when I was blogging every trip, each one bringing new experiences...
A Love Letter to San Francisco
From Peets coffeeshop, at 6 am, I saw the sun begin to rise. I power walked across the street. I followed the water. I moved quickly,...
48 hours in Los Angeles
I followed his plane on my flight tracker app- seeing the moment, only seconds really, when we were directly parallel. Him, thousands of...
21, Today.
My seat mate spent the first couple of hours with his hoodie on playing games on his phone. He just returned from a Smash Brothers...
I Do Not Know Where This Trip Will Take Me
Its 8pm. 2 hours ago I boarded the Amtrak in Austin after a week of optimistic planning for a San Francisco vacation and work trip. I...
Save Amtrak: A Petition for You
At 13, a train took me to New Jersey see my grandparents when I didn't have another way to get there. At 27, Amtrak took me to my first...
All the Stories I Have Left
I'm in the Venetian in the luxury room where I’ve lived for almost a week. The bed is large, the tub is spacious. Housekeeping comes...
Two Stories of LA
One: "I didn't believe in depression,” he said,” Not then. Not like this. I always told myself people could suck it up. Just get over it....
