As of August 2019, back at home after six months on the road through Asia and Europe.
I can fully understand why the solstice would have held such a spell over the ancients. At the more moderate latitudes, such e
I like good travel writing. I love great writing. Mark MacKinnon is a writer with Macleans and the Grope and Dope. He has, sin
Sunday’s ought to be ritualistic, and I’m not talking in a religious way. For us it involves good coffee (or chai,
She’s got curls, my girl. Time for a haircut!
I do not believe in virtuous wars. Or glorious ones, or ones in which God is supposedly on our side. I believe only in necessa
Congratulations. We’re pulling for you!* * Please don’t fuck this up.
I am the epitome of a political junkie. I remember arguing the merits of Jimmy Carter (over Gerald Ford) in public school. Tha
I don’t have a big family, myself. I’m the bratty single kid, and so was my mom. No siblings to play with, and no
I honestly don’t know what she is this year. She wears a crown, but she has wings. Wings, I tells you. But she’s o
O’lantern. This event starting things out nicely. We were invited by Ellie’s best friends parents (oh hell, they