My mother’s in a love affair with her IPhone. She’s always on it, she doesn’t know how to get off of it, and it annoys the fuck out of me. On a recent trip down to Miami, my boyfriend and I arranged to go bike riding in the Everglades with her through this 15-mile-cement loop called […]Read more "Everglades"
There’s this cliff about 24 kilometers – I don’t know the conversion of that – away from the tiny town of Isafjodur, in the West Fjords of Iceland. It’s on a sequestered peninsula known by very few as Hornstrandir, (that’s where I was), a barren land of artic foxes, quicksand, glacier rivers, rising plains like […]Read more "Hornstrandir"