The sky is a sorbet of bright white clouds and silky grey with strips of unripened blueberry through the tall, … More
Scroll, scroll, scroll. Like, like, like. Tweet, repost, share. Pressing my thumbprint onto the home button of my iPhone and … More
I’m sitting in the dim of my kitchen, glass of pinot noir at hand, dead flower petals and strings of ear … More
I remember lying awake on the bottom bunk in the room I shared with my little sister in the second grade. … More
I spent the two days this past week on the Oregon Coast, in familiar yet missed salty air, hair whipped to … More
Brushing it off and saying “it’s just one of those days” is a disservice to yourself. It’s a cheat out of giving … More
Your True North.
In my favourite book The Virgin Suicides, after a first attempt at death, young Cecilia is asked post-slitting-of-the-wrists “What are you … More
It has been 13 days since soaring into the air towards Phnom Penh, Cambodia and two full back home, in … More
“Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.” It’s one of those quotes that I feel like I’ve been told more times … More
Nick Waterhouse @ King Tut’s.
One thing severely lacking as an expat in Phnom Penh is a solid and exciting music scene where I look at … More