Mom’s been dead six months. She’s looking healthier in my dreams, a sign I’m getting used to it. Getting used to it means feeling sad, which, while unpleasant, is still better than the rapid-fire emotions of the first week after. i can handle this holy shit she’s dead oh God i feel like shit holy … Continue reading Mom: Six Months Later
It's been over a year now since I saw that David Foster Wallace movie at the Enzian, my first outing out in Orlando. There was a bat flying in circles at the top of the theater, and one of the workers assured us that it was just a fruit bat, that they don't bite, that the … Continue reading Time, Tirana, and Martin Skyt
When I lived in Germany I'd make the joke that the 4th Reich would start executing people who didn't recycle. It was in bad taste, sure, but I'd roll my eyes when my German roommates would complain about my non-green tendencies. "Why do you hate the environment?” Sarah asked one time, after seeing me use … Continue reading On Global Warming, the Long View, and Thinking More Deeply Than Donald Trump
It was Friday when Josh and I rang the door to Tirana Backpackers. No one was answering. I was exhausted at this point—tired from traveling, tired from not eating—it had been almost twelve hours since breakfast. I didn’t have the energy to find my way around an unknown city’s streets in a strange new country. … Continue reading The Balkan Boogie: Tirana, Night One
It was four thirty in the morning, and we were walking down the road, no telling how far we were from Skopje—or anything. I just wanted to sleep. The bus had dropped everyone off in the middle of nowhere instead of Skopje's bus station. The driver had called his friend, a cab driver, to take us the … Continue reading The Balkan Boogie: Somewhere, Macedonia
I was a fool. I was rooting for Trump to win the primary—he had no chance in the general—and his Republican ticket would look bad for the party and get the next Democrat elected to office. “Be careful,” Dad warned, “I thought the same thing about Reagan and he got elected twice.” No, Dad, this … Continue reading Staying Positive After the Trump Election
Sorry for the click-bait title, but I'm not a cultural anthropologist. Not surprisingly, I grew fond of Germany over my two years living there. I even got used to things I sometimes found annoying (and I am speaking generally here), like the Germans’ adherence to minor rules, their formality, their being so uptight so much … Continue reading Is German Culture Changing?