Anatomy of a Western Road Trip
In California, there is home, and then there is the road. There are slugs of caffeine and blurry eyes that grow more clear with the soft palette of sunrise. There are eggs and there is salsa, and afterwards, tandem bicycle…
On Departure’s Eve
After a week of firsts and fist bumps, I huddled around a campfire, all raw muscles, beer in hand, love in heart, singing and shaking tambourines with good, good folks. One by one, our little impromptu Valley family band eventually…
The Nine Hour Tour: Montréal
As of this writing, I’ve been awake for nearly 24 inglorious hours, traveling from a music event on pastoral Prince Edward Island back home to the glistening concrete confines of Los Angeles. I’m so exhausted that I’ve actually come right…
AFRICA, PT. 4 – Tales of Gastrointestinal Fortitude and Lady Warriors
“Are you rich?” This question came up amazingly often during my first week in Tanzania, and I always answered with momentary silence followed by a stupid, awkward laugh. I reflected on this as I spent a good chunk of one…
