Landlocked
I used to finish races like that so sweaty and happy and exhilarated that I didn’t need any rum to feel like the queen of the world.
Exposed and Processed
Something like the Holga makes it impossible to forget that photos are made of light-affected chemicals on a roll of paper.
This Year According to the Notes App on my Phone
Here, lightly edited, are a year of the mundane and serious and baffling things I felt the need to save.
The One Time You’re Asked to Hurry Up in Honduras
Everyone who gets on is headed their own way—school, work, church, shopping, home—but for a brief moment, the barreling bus brings us all together.
Toll Road Home
There are several “worst parts” about driving across the country.
Matthew McConaughey’s Anti-bedtime Story
I got to sleep eventually.
4,400 Years Ago
As evening settles in, the flickering light of the fire illuminates the faces of family and friends gathered around, eager to hear another story from the family elders.
The Last One
Then, at some point in our spin last night, we caught our collective breath.
Holy Mola Mola
The scene, at first, is more akin to Jaws than Blue Planet—a silent silhouette from out of the hazy depths.
There Is No Safety
The very hard thing I am learning right now—about race, and about myself—is that the rules I have been living by are not very good ones.
