Men Without Women

Back in 2014 I was living and working as a teacher at a middle school in the western suburbs of…

Je ne sais pas

While wandering the streets of a foreign city one is likely to encounter foreigners, or, as they call themselves, “locals”. …

“If I were you I’d hire a bodyguard because people are going to show you what it’s like to live…

We humans are a reflective sort, forced every 24 hours to plunge the depths of our subconscious and dream. The…

I recently left civilization. I was one of the last to board the plane, chasing after my rolling hand luggage…

I’ve always loved islands more than the mainland. They’re cut off from the world at large, leaving you feeling a…

Ever since moving to Ukraine, I have lived in a bubble. My interactions with the people and culture of this…

I love coffee houses. Let me clarify, I love coffee houses that aren’t multinational chains masquerading as desirable places for…

Part of me has always envied taxi drivers. Think of all they see, all the people they talk to. The…

In my tendency to occasionally write about subjects that aren’t directly related to places I’ve been, I’ve had people say to…

There are moments in life when you realize that you’ve made a mistake. A big mistake. A mistake that there…

As I’ve aged, my nightmares have ceased to be about evil clowns and being trapped in Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood to…