In the washroom at school, over soapy hands, a colleague asked if I had any exciting plans for winter break—traveling anywhere, doing anything thrilling. "No. Nothing exciting. No. Not going anywhere." I watched the temperatures drop. Drop. Drop. And with them, my enthusiasm for anything beyond crawling into a warm, cozy cave with a hot... Continue Reading →
Traveling and Writing: the first time for real
The post following this is a humorous version of the same events. The first part of this post was written on the airplane with the intention of finishing it at the end of summer when my travels were done and comparing the front end of my trip to the tail end to see how traveling... Continue Reading →