My route planning in Morocco has me thinking about the beginning, the end, the pause, the here and now, the far away.
Blogs become different tools to different bloggers. Mine has been a source of accountability, learning, and a way for me to know myself and others better.
It was Evan’s thirty eighth birthday a few days ago. I asked what he wanted. “A ticket out of here, … More
I rarely blog about the cycling of bicycle travel. Instead, my posts tend to share what I’ve been thinking about, … More
1. One morning in Cameroon Recently a man asked me to take his picture. He’d been watching me photograph Evan … More
There is less than I thought there’d be to say about how to act on a love of book reading … More
The most recent thing that’s happened is that I typed the title you see above, in a hostel, at a … More
I see new similarities and differences in the women around me when I stop wearing a bra while bike travelling … More
How my thoughts developed when I got a little more curious about the names in South Africa, as I put … More
Getting back in the bush in Mozambique and Swaziland, and getting kind of used to it (1,400 words).