Published by admin on December 5, 2017

Why Writer’s Block is Bullshit

  Write about your struggles. Because if you can’t write, you’re struggling.   And it’s probably not something pretty, either. You’re not writing about IT because you don’t want to face IT. And, yet… that is the key to the door that you’ve been hanging around, pacing, for what seems like forever-and-a-half. It doesn’t mean…

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Published by admin on September 2, 2017

The Magic of the Open Road

  I slept in my car on the top of a hill on the outskirts of Albuquerque last night. In my head, I was somewhat worried. The guy I met (and partied with) at Marble Brewery was cautioning me against it. Where does this fear come from? It’s like the phantom “boogie man” of my…

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Published by admin on April 14, 2017

California

  For most of my adult life I felt like, eventually, I would end up living in California. At least for a while. Well, here I am. And what a circuitous path it has taken to get here! Short recap: Lived in Atlanta for 10 years. Felt blah. Realized I wasn’t growing. Called my bro…

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Published by admin on October 27, 2016

Stowaways!

Eighteen–and counting. That’s how many¬†countries I’ve visited so far. But is it¬†true? Sure, I’ve traveled through that many countries, but have my feet touched the ground there? No. To really experience a country, my feet have to touch the Earth there in some form or fashion. Which got me thinking: My shoes are the real…

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Published by admin on September 28, 2016

Finding Love in Greece

  Location: Greece Mode of transport: Bus Euros on hand: 150 Status of debit card: Defunct   I’m always in a rush to leave a major city in a foreign country. I’d go so far as to say I despise cities. Everyone is always looking to cheat me. Taxi drivers are evil. The city is…

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Published by admin on September 18, 2016

Life at Sea

I am ready to see land. Strike that. I’ve seen land.  What I mean is that I’m ready to feel land under my feet. I skipped class this morning. We’re all required to go to Global Studies, which is a course that the entire shipboard community attends together. I didn’t consciously skip class; I just didn’t…

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