the girl who reads

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a dear friend sent me the text below. there is a great joy that comes from feeling understood. “You should date an illiterate girl. Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. … Continue reading

the gamache sisters

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i met allison at work when she had just arrived in south florida from seattle. this poor white girl felt so out of place in hispanic country so i extended my brazilian warmth to make her feel welcome (and show … Continue reading

amarillo hops

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my friend allison’s grandfather discovered amarillo hops and patented the variety a while back. luckily, it was harvest season when i visited her last month and i got a full tour of the farm and the procedure, from harvest to … Continue reading

i’m with the band

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washington state music festival + being friends with people from the band + camping + beer = amazing time for more information on the band not amy visit their fb page. you can also watch chad bault’s intimate performance for … Continue reading

oh canada

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british columbia has been on my to go list for quite some time. i spent three days traveling alone between alaska and seattle. the train ride vancouver-seattle is something i will not soon forget.


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i spent 8 days in juneau last month for a work project. it’s hard to put into words the feeling i get when i’m surrounded by nature. alaska is nature on steroids. i can’t say much more other than it took … Continue reading


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i am still startled by extreme social differences in american cities. in any given metropolis, a couple of blocks can mean polar opposite socioeconomic status and a very different urban landscape. growing up in brazil, i was used to seeing … Continue reading

into the wild

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“On bended knee is no way to be free Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently All my destinations will accept the one that’s me So I can breathe… Circles they grow and they swallow people whole Half their … Continue reading