AFRICA, PT. 3 – Just Call Me Serengeti Jones
My first morning in Africa sounded like monkeys and prayer. The former thumped above my head in a seemingly never-ending rooftop play session, the latter was a haunting murmur of joined voices carried from who-knows-where direct to my curious eardrums….
Therapy In The Tumbleweeds: Jason Isbell’s ‘Southeastern’
You remember the firsts: First kiss. First time you drove a car. First time you had sex. The smells, the sights, the sounds, it all wedges somewhere in the folds of your brain. My first listen of Jason Isbell’s Southeastern…
AFRICA, PT. 2 – Takeoff
I forced myself to sleep during the flight from Portland to Amsterdam despite it being the middle of the day, and when I deplaned into an early-morning sea of guttural Dutch voices, it felt surreal. I rubbed my eyes and…
AFRICA, PT. 1 – Genesis
When I fall in love with an idea, I commit to it in the most earnest, wide-eyed, teenager-doodling-hearts-in-her-diary sort of way. That is to say – I completely romanticize it until I develop a full-blown crush, and even then, I…
