Caroline was an organic farmer who had a song for every vegetable. She was couch surfing her way from Virginia to Oregon one summer, just flowing with the cosmic tide and taking her time. I had offered her to stay at my place for a few days, but she ended up being with me for …
On April 3rd of any given year, and after a few margaritas in celebration of life, my mother is known to tell my friends that I shat on myself moments before I was born. This shitting caused complications. The actual name for these complications is Meconium Aspiration. Basically, I took a crap — my final …
I don’t want to write about nature in the same way that I don’t want to put in a tampon. But I’m still bleeding, and even if I try to avoid feminine hygiene products because they bug me, the blood will still come. And I can’t avoid the fact that these beautiful mountains surround me, …
