I've been thinking about grief. Again. I'd worry that I'm beginning to sound like a broken record, except that's exactly what happens...

I'm a bit out of practice. My own fault. I could blame circumstances--travelling out of a backpack for months on end, moving to a new...

A hundred surfers sit in the waves and, on the shore, a hundred bags laden a table in the sand. Guarded by one man who's not paying...

Image by Maisara Baroud Christmas tree. Wine night. A beach bathed in light. Rubble. A new niece. A baby of ash. Tap tap tap. The new...

We spent the morning surfing. Riding the green waves and falling into the crashing foam. Fall down, get back up, fall down, get back up....

Home is where the heart is, but my heart beats inside my chest. Closed in by four walls of bone and blood and sinew. My chest is in Vang...

A day by the pool — feet up, book out, suncream on. Picture perfect peace. Except for when I stand up to get a drink, or cool off in the...

I really thought I'd keep up with blog posts out here. As it stands, I've managed one and not even about my surroundings. I'm in Vietnam...

They say that the veil between worlds, between ours and theirs, the living and the dead, is thinnest on Halloween. I wish it were true. I...

This evening I fly across the world. To lands unknown, for time undecided. I've spent the last few weeks skedaddling around the country...

If I had a penny for every time I've started a new diary, a new blog, restarted and old blog... I haven't kept track but I know it would...

I've been cooking. What else is there to do, right?

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a young person stuck in quarantine, must be in want of a blog--" There's something I want...