The three-year anniversary of this blog snuck up on me. Which really it didn’t; the “domain expiring” warnings kept appearing at the head of every page until, two days before the whole shebang was to be shut down, I finally renewed. 1,180 more words
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I was sitting in a lounge chair of a cheesy beach resort, sipping a fruity drink with a twisty straw and a flower AND a friggin umbrella, resting my sun-scorched skin and listening to my ipod and generally doing everything one ought to do in a Thai beach town, when I looked across the pool deck and saw this father and daughter. 321 more words
So… this is big news:
“We are interested in including your story ‘Bones Surfacing in the Dirt,’ in our forthcoming book, The Best Women’s Travel Writing Volume 8, to be published in April 2012.” 937 more words
The way to
a man’s Italian’s French hipster’s anyone’s heart is through food. Especially pizza.
This is the main lesson I came away with from a weekend spent at… 1,536 more words
Headcheese, Chicken Feet and "You Are What You Eat": How Travel's Beaten the Squeamish Eater Out of Me
Jeffery was taking a machete to the disembodied pig’s head when I walked into work.
The other boys stood around watching. They looked up when they heard the door, grinned sheepishly at me. 1,345 more words