| the old pond / frog jumps in / plop! – Matsuo |
The warriors then feasted on some of the raw organs while the rest cooked for us. We proceeded to have a good time, drinking beer and the cooked goat. It was like cookout back in the Midwest, except over an open fire in the middle of the day.
It felt like my heart was going to stop. She told me that I need to get some water. That I was having a panic attack. I could barely hear her. A panic attack – for the first time in my life.
The woman advised me to keep adding firewood into the space underneath the cauldron, which caused smoke to billow up and fill the small, bathroom-sized kitchen. When it was ready the woman picked up the hot cauldron with her bare hands like it was nothing because she’s a badass…
Pack up and move out. Hard work culminated on the Minneapolis tarmac this weekend. After their wedding in August my old sister and new brother said, “Hawaiinough already” and moved forward with their plan to home up on the island of Maui. This was a monumental move and required Herculean efforts of organization. If you…
The midnight climb heightened my senses. Sulfury rotten eggs wafted in the wind. We were 18 kilometers away from our campsite and halfway up Ol Doinyo Lengai, which is in Tanzania known as The Mountain of God. The last active volcano in the region. Talk about study abroad. Despite this scope of adventure, peanut butter…
Put your thumb on the direct geographical center of any modern map of China and you’d crush my village, jerk. Cheng County, nestled in the mountains of Gansu province, is small by Chinese standards. In China, “small” means 250,000 people. I would tell locals that my hometown had 5,000 people and they’d look astonished… or,…
