Here are the stories that have been shared around roaring fires, over broken bread and flowing drinks, and also in the quiet moments between two hearts. Stories that decorate the ink covered pages of my journals and notebooks. Scrawled notes to planned and drafted prose. Moments lived and captured to be told.
It is in these moments of storytelling that I have connected with strangers and friends alike, stretching across culture, age, experience, and even time.
A message arrived. It read he would be travelling through the tropical island on which I was staying. It had been close to six months since we first met and travelled together. I have always, wherever possible, made every effort to spend time with friends in person. A few messages back and forth we found … More The Wise Man
It is not the constant city lights, the street lights and shop signs, that will burn throughout the night that catch my attention. The true life of the city comes from the quiet golden light filtering through windows of tall buildings, drifting headlights flowing down checkered streets. It is all the subtle lights with more … More City Lights
I have always enjoyed the rain, especially a tropical storm in the middle of summer when the rain is warm and a wonderful relief from the heat. I had been walking around Hoi An’s Old Town in the pouring rain. I took nothing with me that could be damaged if it got wet, no phone, … More Unexpected Sunset
