I spent the two days this past week on the Oregon Coast, in familiar yet missed salty air, hair whipped to and fro by the rambunctious wind. It has been years since last visiting those dunes, since witnessing the crush of the tide and feeling the emptiness and fullness of the Pacific.
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Mills. April 24, 2013.
The heavy, unrelenting rain accompanied by the low rumble of thunder reminded me of a time not that long ago, but feels like years past.
My first week in Cambodia in the lush hills of Mondolkiri, I fell asleep reading, swathed in mosquito net in bungalows to the same constant growl and the familiar staccato sound of raindrops against the rooftop. Last night I listened to the rain, somewhat masked by the hum of my floor fan from inside my apartment and bundled in soft cotton. As I lay quietly listening to the nostalgic lullaby I thought of my closest friend, Brooke Miller.
The Accomplice. December 10, 2012.
- Morningside Elementary: The Beginning
- Phnom Penh: The Re-Beginning
- Duck?
- Tender Fish
- Our rude reject pile
- The lovely Thida and Phea
- Petals
There are pivotal moments in one’s life that arrive that you just know are going to change everything.