Hills
If you had told me 15 years ago, as I stood on the side of an English hill inside a particularly uncomfortable cloud of driving rain with a…
If you had told me 15 years ago, as I stood on the side of an English hill inside a particularly uncomfortable cloud of driving rain with a…
It’s been a long time since I’ve posted, but Getting Where owes a lot to Anthony Bourdain. Five years ago, I went to eat at The Kitchin in…
This is (part of) one of my favourite pictures from this year. It says more to me about that trip than most of the other ten billion pictures…
This has been a good year, but an incredibly difficult one. (That’s how good things work, right?) I have been less active about writing here than I’d like,…
News of the recent passing of Bennett Lamond, one of my favourite and best English Lit professors, in combination with a particularly inspiring weekend full of theatre, spoken…
When I was maybe about 6 or 7, I was pretty into gymnastics. I did some kind of classes at the YMCA, and whenever tumbling and mats and…
As an American living abroad, I have been trying for a long, long time to figure out how I continue to help and even relate to a place…
Just a short one today, because I feel compelled to point out my friend’s fantastic blog, Flawless Plans, that everyone should be reading. For someone who writes a…
It’s Frankie Manning’s birthday today, and also World Lindy Hop Day. And since dancing has done so much for me in such a relatively short period of time,…
It’s Record Store Day. It’s Record Store Day and I have this sourdough starter I took on as an afterthought staring me in the face every time I…
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