To convert the cargo pod – the penthouse – into a bedroom, you push a button. The lid tilts open like a giant clamshell. In the San Leandro lot, I eyed the ladder and the tent suspiciously, then crab-legged my way up. It was surprisingly comfortable and well ventilated, but the entry and exit scared me. …
When I was 17, I boarded an airplane for Tel Aviv. I have a vague memory of a group leader, a better memory of my fellow teenaged travelers, and an even better memory still of the night I watched the sky light up along the horizon from the balcony of an Israeli family’s apartment in …
I’ve always had a soft spot for World Hum, they published my first travel story, after all. I submitted it not knowing I would not get paid — a mistake I’ve only made one time. A year later, maybe two, they sent me a check for that first story — and they’ve run a few …
Chuck Ts are made in China Dee Dee is long gone Hippie’s kids have trust funds I’m drinking coffee at dawn When I learn that there are No more Ramones. College friends with cancer Trying to survive They have a fighting chance now But it ate Johnny alive And then we learn that there …
I was so delighted to go to the Grand Canyon to work on this story, it was a dream assignment. And it felt like everyone I met was in on making the day be nothing short of perfect. America’s National Park’s… there’s nothing better. That’s my story, I’m sticking to it, thanks, Teddy. This grab-and-go …
I’ve got a teeny, tiny story in the August/September issue of Afar — the section is about peak travel experiences. As a haole from the mainland (yeah, I used the “H” word), you will never have the chance to connect to Hawaii the way you can at this workshop. I pleaded for more words, and …