Worlds Worn Thin
A late bus saw me rambling down down a dirt path on my last day in Scotland. One moment I was counting stones along the way, and the next I was standing in the ruins of a 15th century castle. No explanation, no placard. Entirely unexpected, it stood on a rise overlooking a glen of…
Dancing Lessons
The ferry from the Outer Hebrides was late, so I pulled up a chair with some older Scots on the porch of a pub. We talked and laughed and swatted midges, enjoying the rare glimpse of sun down by the docks. As we whiled away the time, four tiny girls in tiny dresses appeared and…
A Secret at Dritvik
I spent my first days in Iceland running from tour buses. Despite the dark, despite the cold, the country swarmed with tourists the week before Christmas. And with no plan beyond “show up”, I found myself caught in the current that flowed, frantic, from one natural wonder to the next. Desperate to find the quiet,…
2:22AM
I was born at 2:22am, a beautiful, symmetrical number. And ever since I can remember my dad made a show of every occurence of 222 in my life. The price of gas, or candy bars, miles that he’d driven. When I was five, I won $500 for guessing when the ice would go out on…
Get Out to Get Happy
I have a personality that kinder people than me would call ‘temperamental’. Easily overstimulated, I am annoyed by everything. It’s too hot, too cold, too loud, too bright.. on and on. Restaurants are uncomfortable, workplaces impossible, and public transport a hell I subject myself to with the resigned air of a cow headed to slaughter.…
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