On becoming those people
Sending out fifty-two stories
I'm writing this from a small, wooden rocking chair while listening to the tap-tap-tap of the builders next door who are restoring one of the hundreds …
On how sharing a budget resulted in death threats
"I'm about to get really into the moon," I tell David on our first night in Guadalajara. We're sitting in the studio we've rented, a big open space tas…
On playing my favorite game in Guadalajara
I did not used to be this leaky. There were years where I couldn't remember the last time I cried; sure I'd get mad or sad or happy or depressed, but m…
On happiness and abundance
It was either the homemade kombucha or the vegan sushi hamburguesa, or it could have been the tofu scramble, or any of the roughly twenty-eight tacos f…
It's still morning when we arrive at the sprawling Mexico City airport, even though we've already been on two planes and I've had roughly ten coffees. …
Outsourcing my work to a toddler
On discovering meaning behind the masks