Reality check vs. recovery: the truth about teaching
Is there anyone who is here for their first recovery meeting? Please introduce yourself by your first name only. We want to welcome you...
Is it too late now to say sorry?
I’ll be the first to admit that I am horrific with apologies. It’s the hot potato in my hand. It falls into my shaky grasp and I am...
Dear Bangkok: a love letter
Dear Bangkok, It’s not me, it’s you. No, this is not a breakup. I actually just signed another six-month contract just to be with you,...
Photo series: Thai Secret Cooking School in Chiang Mai, Thailand
Uploading these have made me incredibly hungry ... that being said, if you ever find yourself in Chiang Mai, I recommend taking a class...
Insert cliché New Years title here
My mouth tastes sour. Liquor courses through me as I weave through herds of people all trying to be rid of their grief and afflictions...
Saving face
There once was this time, where I walked with clenched fists, down by my side so I wouldn't start crying. Lump in my throat so I wouldn’t...
Pants-less and penniless in Phuket: the story of how I was robbed
I should have known something wicked was coming. The atmosphere was too perfect, too poetic; I was having too much fun with too many...
Happy Thanksgiving ... said no one ever
It truly is the little things ... like this horrific pug's tongue. I could write a book on everything that makes me sad or frustrated...
So it goes
I smile at faces who don’t register my existence. I eat alone in hopes of having someone join me, which has not happened since my...
Poisoned, placed and still sweaty
I find myself updating this thing less and less, because writing a blog almost entirely about myself and my experiences feels so...