The Dread of Making Plans in the Month of June
I made that map at the end of May 2012. When I made that map, I had already known for two months that I would be moving to Albania. I…
I Drank Swamp Cooler Water and I’m Just Fine: How My Broken AC Washed my Clothes
The other night my A.C. was doing what it does best- randomly deciding to half-heartedly wheeze a meh level of cool into my room, while simultaneously relieving itself through fast…
It’s Hot Season and I’m Gross, or, We’re Up All Night to Get Sweaty
Vientiane is altogether a shimmering nest of slippery human mess right now. It’s not just me anymore, and I have to say, I like being sweaty, when we’re all in…
On How to Write Photography, or, Stopping Time with Stories
I never like going this long without writing here. I come back every time after a long absence and stare at the page and think “Well, I’ve finally done it,…
The Home I Fought to Make, and the End of the Hard Transition Path
I haven’t been posting here, but I’ve been writing every day. Mostly in my head, but still, even that is definitely writing, not thinking, because there is an enormous difference…
Gracious Goes: The Day He Left and I Stayed
A week after he told me he was leaving, Bobby left. It was Monday, September 23rd, and the sun was shining because it didn’t know we’d been up all night…
