And without yesterdays, the only reminders of our bad habits – fading memories of disapproval or disappointment – are scribbled notes on the lines of a travel journal. Able to bruise paper […]
“We should be getting close,” Meghan promised, pointing at the trickle of hot water meting our icy path. She’d been saying this for 45 minutes, up hills and through knee-high […]
“You can’t be a real country unless you have a beer and an airline – it helps if you have some kind of a football team, or some nuclear weapons, […]
No cleaning rotation chart hung on the fridge, yet dishes were always washed before mold set in. Not once did someone forget to restock toilet paper, though we resorted to paper […]
Goggles and hat strewn beyond my twisted elbow. Flakes wedged under a belligerent tailbone. Shoulders bruised, fingers shaky. I crashed and crumpled, when I should have tucked and rolled. Snowboarding […]
Arriving with nothing more than a backpack each, my hosts – Alex, Hadyn and Rich – spent the first week in Revelstoke, Canada, without furniture. Rich and his girlfriend, Sal, […]
365 days always expire a lot faster than my resolutions do. One list gets added to the next, and suddenly 2013 includes things from as far back as 2008, like […]
Too Mutch For Words 