“Dear Diary, I’m A Dirty Liar”
He only owned two pairs of pants and he needed both to last the entirety of his around-the-world trip. As… Read More
He only owned two pairs of pants and he needed both to last the entirety of his around-the-world trip. As… Read More
There is a fine line between brave and stupid, and I like to walk it. I always have. Climbing trees,… Read More
I hallucinate my phone is vibrating. It’s in my pocket, I feel it twitching against my leg. The nerves in… Read More
Are you growing a beard? I ask him playfully. I ask this question far too often. In my mind growing… Read More
The pests of New York City are notorious. Sewer rats, pigeons (“flying rats”), squirrels (“rats with cuter outfits”), bed bugs,… Read More
My parents don’t own a car- they never have during my lifetime. They bike or walk everywhere, maybe take public… Read More
This is the story of the time I picked up a guy on a New York City street. It doesn’t… Read More