First time in South America

Still just a baby and it was my first time in South America. I am standing at the top of … More

Writer’s block

I sit down to write. But my head is heavy. I think of the words I could put down on … More

It’s time for something else it seems. All I want to do is be at home and take care of … More

I sit in the jungle on top of one of the temples of Ek Balam. It’s about 10am and most … More

“Despacio [slowly]”, he says but our horses are nothing but. With pointed ears they prance around impatiently as they listen … More

Sometimes I wonder if I have ever written something real. If I’d be truly honest it’s hard. It’s a challenge … More

Finally I find something that feels Mexican. That feels interesting. Homemade tortillas and food cooked in clay pots. At Reciprico, … More

I’m riding underneath the stars in Argentina and long gone is his rigid mind and boring outlook on life. If … More

She looks at him jump up on the horse. With very bent knees in the short stirrups and the reins … More

“Maybe that’s what you are supposed to do. Write about feelings.”, he says and continues; “Everyone has their thing.” Months … More