Remembering the small but personal things lost in the Camp Fire.
To Be All Its Name Implies
A section of this essay ran as a guest column in the Paradise Post. I’ve never been to hell and…
Objects in the Mirror
I didn’t have much international experience before last year and I still really don’t, but buying a one way ticket…
Animals of Costa Rica
Sometimes it’s the neighbor’s peculiar pet, sometimes it’s a pig eating out of the trash. Either way, living in CR…
The Death of my Dear Lizard Friend
I brought Nora home when I was seven and buried her at 24. Not a week after she died, the…
Stop Avoiding Dope Opportunities
If you know my family personally and have spent time on Instagram, you’ll understand how near and dear to…
Puerto Viejo
Nine hours of my 25th birthday were spent on a bus trip returning from the Caribbean side of the country.…
Running With Bulls Under the Fair Lights
Throughout the cantons of Guanacaste, Costa Rica, the end of the year brings parties across the northernmost province. Semi-trucks, carrying…
Resurrecting Super Smash Bros. 64
Across the state of Oregon, groups are making their way to Salem on a rainy morning. Some are from universities…
The Gentleman of the Ridge
If you were to ask “The Gentleman” where he feels happiest, you might expect him to answer standing over his…
