Side Street Babble

It’s cold in London tonight. There’s a crispness in the air, a sort of breath-sucking rush as the chilly air whips down the old alleys and through the close-topped train...   Read more

For three decades, my family owned a seventies era Volkswagen Carmengia. It was a cute little car, yellow with a faint tinge of rust around the bumpers and the back left panel where it had...   Read more

My 30th birthday is in less than two weeks. 30. Three zero. It’s not that I dislike the idea of turning 30. So much as I hate it. Half the people I know are turning 30 this year, or...   Read more

“Wow. You’ve been a lot of places.” This waitress in Healdsburg, CA is flipping through my passport, seemingly unaware that every time she touches another page and opens...   Read more

I’m in Dakar, Senegal sitting on a flight back to the U.S. that originated (originally) in Johannesburg via Lilongwe, as they transfer passengers and staff, restock food, fold up...   Read more

I've been absent from the virtual writing world for awhile, two months of radio silence from this end of the world. The sound of crickets in the dead of night with nothing else but...   Read more