Fascinating Rhythms: Post-College Fumblings and Mumblings

I'm sure I have a few burning questions to address, ones that are burning a veritable hole in the pockets of your brain. So: 1. First ...

That day of travel to Buenos Aires was one where I was a witness to more small miracles than perhaps many see in months, or rather, allow th...

After two vodka tonics, and a most delicious Bloody Mary, I touched my flip flopped feet back down into New York's 30 degree weather, ne...

Remember when I said I had few qualms about trying food that is local and might put me at risk for... nausea and vomiting? First day in Assi...

On Thanksgiving during the day, I was in Accra, sorely missing the Santa Monica Civic Auditorium. It is the first year of volunteering at th...

Taught poetry at Thusanang Trust as a continuing education program for preschool teachers. The unit was on communication, and I hope I commu...

This weekend, I slept under Orion's belt, sword, and other belongings, twinkling in the pitch. Waking up in the middle of the night was ...