The mundanity of the drive’s start was what jarred me the most. After dinner with my mom, I stepped into my blue subaru just as I would on a normal commute to work. I drove down to the end of the street whose sidewalk squares had contained my childhood, turned on my right blinker, and […]
Exactly one month ago, Seward brought me back. I sat tracing mountains from memory at the same loft window of the Resurrect Art Coffee Shop where I currently sit writing these words, a matching cup of coffee curling steam on the windowsill. One month ago, my mind had pounded with the wind whose blunt fingers gripped […]
Tamara Lang writes from the Major Marine Tours Blog… “I write this from the end of 2016 in Port Douglas, Australia, between the Daintree Rainforest and the Great Barrier Reef. Last week my advent calendar melted in about ten minutes. At the end of my street starts the ocean, which runs out to a reef […]
I write this from Port Douglas, Australia from the interior of something that has been a rarity in my life: a house. Outside, on the coffee table, a homemade vase holds flowers that I brought home from my weekly visit to the Sunday market flower stand. The freezer clasps a steadily decreasing supply of fish. […]
Once upon a time, I saw an image on a travel blog of the writer sitting in elephant pants in a hammock, at just enough of an angle to show that she was well-accustomed to sitting on hammocks, with an open macbook on her lap. The hammock sliced through the frame diagonally, faded red stripes […]
Tomorrow at midnight, I will have been in this country for eleven months. When my plane from London touched down last November, I expected to hit the tarmac running. I would race my way through the holidays, pausing only once or twice to breathe in the hot steam of a pumpkin latte. I would run […]
When glaciers calve they calve in moments, contained within the thunder of falling ice. Here is one such falling moment from Aialik Glacier in the Kenai Fjords National Park, scribbled on a notepad amid a sea of ice, beside the first calving to truly take my breath away. Stay and go and hold and crumble […]
Two weeks ago, I saw the most gorgeous square I had seen in all my travels combined. That square was an airplane window, with an unwatched movie to the side and a baby crying behind, framing an ice field that hung still and silent behind the rounded glass. Ice ran like water, stony and still. […]
Last week I had a chance to meet with one of the most inspirational people I know: Christine Marie Bryant, founder of Coffee House Writers’ Group and an incredibly astute critic of writing, with whom I shared a cup of coffee and a great conversation about the story behind Upstream. Of course, few conversations with Christine are less […]
I started this post to the background noise of a washing machine as it cleansed our clothing from the dirt of the past week. The last four days of the LA River Trek come as a swirl of mountains and vistas and gentle creeks, threatening to pour away, and I need to capture these memories […]
