By “they,” I mean “lunches.” Chipz had potential… a deep fried variety pack, a deep fried burger, and fries (no mayo, please). Except, like many good romances, it always looked more delicious in my dreams. Bicky Burger and the accompanying “mixgrill” were all highly processed. So they had that strange Read more…
Moving backwards in time, I just got back from the supermarket a short time ago. Nothing will make an American feel quite as privileged as going to a supermarket pretty much anywhere else in the world. Do you want a cup of soup you can microwave? Good luck. How about Read more…
I woke up as late as I could, which turned out to be eleven. I’m still struggling with jetlag, and keep popping awake at 3 am–here’s hopping I’m cured. Before I mention what I saw today, here are the things I ate: Breakfast: two slices of fresh wheat sourdough, a Read more…
I am so tired that I might fall asleep while I type, so this will be brief. Today, I watched the Eurasian black vultures (EBVs) with their researcher for a bit in the morning, and there I fell in love with a beautiful Milky Eagle Owl. In the early morning, Read more…
There’s pretty much a rule about travel writing and airports–but my flight out of DC was delayed about 2 hours, with boarding and sitting and deboarding and reboarding. So, I feel at least like mentioning it. Also, over the Atlantic I watched Cinderella Moon, a retelling of the “original” story Read more…
Thanks to the internet, I was able to buy books without going to a bookstore on my birthday (although it is NOT THE SAME). Poor Betty freaked the fuck out and died on I-10 while my sister and I were headed to Changing Hands Bookstore. There are only a couple Read more…
I will soon get to see a little miracle named Orion. And maybe a few of the birds that inspired medieval griffons. In other news, I went to a Bikram yoga class for the first time in two years. I was sick as hell. But, I stayed in the room. Read more…
What follows is unscripted rambling. I was thinking a lot today and trying REALLY HARD not to roll my eyes too much, so the thoughts & feelings are both many and confused. FIRST: It is hard to work for me, and it is even harder to have me work for Read more…
Wasn’t it just the other night that I was in a schlubby motel in Moab? Tonight I am in the luxurious Tempe Mission Palm Hotel. With an H. I plan on taking full advantage of the gym. And the writing workshops, naturally. But also the gym. (The reason for the Read more…
I woke up almost early at an anonymous motel in Moab. Now I am sitting in my parents’ dining room. At times it felt like I was not traveling, so much as hurtling. The desert exploded red around a bend early in the day and I made a sort of Read more…