Summer hitting us hard, at last January lingered on for about six months. Now, all of a sudden, we’re over halfway through the year. The...

Blurry and, yet, we look great Sometimes it’s hard to believe that it was only four months ago that I moved into a house with Craigslist...

Who would we be without our best friends? Had you asked me a month ago, I would have told you that I had been depressed for a few years....

My new playground The end of the year is upon us (thank God), and I must admit that it has been the strangest 12 months of my life. I...

Striped I fell from a dock in the summer, split my hand open like a ripened fig, blood drip-dropping to ruddy the waves while I gulped...

Getting ready for the wedding in a, yes, monogrammed plaid shirt. My niece gets up to no good in the background. Walking down the streets...

Me wearing a piece of clothing that makes me incredibly uncomfortable. I haven’t written lately. It hasn’t been for a lack of trying or...

Paris will teach you about self-love, man. The last full day in Paris is bittersweet. Even after this short period of time, I feel like...

Me, channeling that healthy, pensive mood. It’s fine; I’m fine. I start off with my head near a toilet and wishing that I would learn not...

Me, after emerging from Hell and finally calling an Uber. While both the journey to Versailles and Lisa tried to murder me today, I...

Funny how one day can begin with screaming on the bottom floor of a Parisian metro because you’re lost and end by giving cheek kisses to...

A couple of fearless women, one with crazy hair (news flash: it me). I knew I would mess up and skip a day of blogging. What can I say?...

Look at this kid: Fierce as fuck and ready to meet the day. We won’t discuss the many ways in which I made an ass out of myself today....

It’s been several weeks since I last blogged. I’m not sure if that’s because Canton is low-key, or if I’m just  boring. Probably the...

My Gujarat Girl She never told me, but I knew the way she slept in mango trees and rolled over ripened fruit, a fragrant mess as she...

Procrastination at its finest. Look at how artsy this is. I’ve been working hard on the same story for months. Years, really. I know I’ve...

Rosebud I felt a pinch in my palm: a rosebud sprouted from my life line. Its sepals clung together like a trembling suit of armor. I...

Life has been pretty rough for me as of late. I’ve been through the wringer, and I’m just trying to keep my shit together long enough to...

Boston is on fire. I mean, not in the literal sense, but in that “holy-shit-is-this-an-oven” sort of way. Before I got here, Harriet...

With so much time on my hands these days, I reflect a lot. A year ago, I met a young girl who was on the verge of tears every time I saw...