It’s that time again, we’re opening our fourth annual fundraiser for Passports with Purpose. This year we’re supporting the literacy program Room to Read — I’ve written about why I like this cause here, but that’s not what I want to tell you about now. Right now, I want to tell you that I have something great to give away as part of the fundraiser. It’s a $1000 voucher from HomeAway, the vacation rental company.… continued…
I used to have a line in my bio that said I was “waiting for Conde Nast to call.” Well, that has happened, in a few different ways over the past few years, though please don’t think I was just sitting at home wishing, I actually did some things that caused it to happen. Anyway, it happened again recently, more in the original way I’d hoped for and now, I’m a regular contributor to Conde Nast Traveler’s The Daily Traveler.… continued…
I have two or three opinions about what one ought or ought not to do with a blog, you might have noticed. And the reason I’ve got to be so opinionated about this kind of stuff is that really, without this blog, well, I’d have a different life. This year, blogging sent me to crunch through the ice with penguins in Antarctica and to breathe the dust kicked up by zebras in the Serengeti and to a bunch of other places, too. That’s freaking amazing, and sometimes, when I’m at home, I get dizzy with all of it.… continued…
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And I may have got some names spelled wrong; I welcome corrections, I’m happy to make it right.… continued…
The kid is a live wire. He’s jittery, his presence makes me nervous, afraid, almost. From where I sit I can see him staring at himself in the wardrobe mirror with great intensity. It’s not right, it’s not just vanity, it’s something scarier. Meth, I think, or blows to the head. There’s an electricity coming off of him that makes me give him a wide berth when he walks by. I watch as the other kids greet him and ask him what he’s doing here.… continued…
