[BOOK EXCERPT] Beyond Los Angeles, on the outskirts of the valley, California could be Mexico. And less than 200 years ago, it was. While passing through Los Angeles, into and through the San Bernardino Valley, I liked to imagine what all this built up sprawl looked like before we made it what it is today. Before we claimed it as our own, took credit for … Continue reading Are We Still Breathing?
Last week my Facebook account got hacked. I learned about it when my brother texted me with a screenshot of a request he received, seemingly from me, with a simple message that said, “hello.” Turns out a bunch of other people got the same message. Many of whom saw my familiar profile photo an engaged “me” in conversation. It was not, however, me with whom … Continue reading Leaving Las Facebook
The previous night I stuffed my backpack with items I plan to lug across the country between January and June 2018. And though the contents added up to nearly 30 pounds, they mostly resembled what I’d haul on a two night, no-frills camping trip. The basic essentials including a day’s worth of high-calorie snacks and 6 total liters of water. Turns out one liter of … Continue reading Walking to RDU – Well, Almost
I wrap up my brief, impromptu México City visit with a blog written in the same format as part 1. Once again, I leave feeling super humbled by all the city offers. This time around, not only did I write months of new material in a week, I also sought out moments of purposeful vulnerability. Now it’s time to leave, but I’m not ready to … Continue reading Leave Home to Get Home
I stood beneath the tattered awning of a llantería and waited for the rain to let up. But it just came down harder. Streets turned into ankle-deep rivers as thunder rocked buildings. I didn’t have an umbrella, but I was wearing a parka. And though my torso was dry, five minutes in the rain had soaked my pants straight through. I pulled out my phone … Continue reading Ain’t No Drag
Love, Not Hate When I was a kid, I was pissed off. Red-faced most of the time. Anger was my default emotion and served as the stand-in for most other feelings. Frustration, sadness, embarrassment, intimidation, even happiness or appreciation were all expressed through anger in some weird way or another. Safe to say that years of therapy have helped me manage this tendency. Which doesn’t … Continue reading Carrboro to Hillsborough
After barely one mile, my left knee started to buckle. Blame it on a tight IT band, the 6 hours of yard work I did the day before, or last September’s shoddy surgery meant to get me running again (it didn’t). Whatever the case, all I could think about was failure. I freaked out, a hitch in each step. I wasn’t as concerned about turning … Continue reading Carrboro to Pittsboro