Byron
I’m sitting in the shack in Broken Head again. The walls have been painted a crisp white and different rope formations hang on the walls....
Money, Never enough of it
Last year, when we were driving through Namibia in a Hyundai i10, taking the back roads against all advice, cranking Biggie Smalls and...
On Feminism
In parts of North Africa, mostly on the Mediterranean side, is a tribe called the Bedouin people. You may have heard of them, or at least...
Paradigm
Apparently, some dude with a pony tail and a really intimidating knowledge of everything told me, scientists are now thinking that we’re...
Time Warp
I found myself in Byron again on the weekend. I went for three days and stayed for a week. My feet lagged slightly behind my body, heavy...
Wednesday
There’s a dark patch in my soul. A spot reserved only for the call to run. Sometimes I hate it. That little spot. Lingering there, making...