It all started with this photograph of graffiti on a wall in Ireland: I didn’t even take the photo, my college roommate Steph did. I haven’t even been to Ireland. Steph brought that photo home and framed it on the wall, and it became a part of my subconscious, scrolling through my brain like movie credits on repeat. I scribbled it in textbook margins, I wrote it on napkins in the dining… Read More
A Difficult Beginning… said the monitor at Oslo International, and I cursed in every language I knew and wished I had read that before I missed my flight to Helsinki. My 7-hour layover had turned into a 12-hour layover and it was mostly my fault. Lost in an article about Petronella, I had been sitting at the gate with my back to the boarding desk, waiting for an announcement over the… Read More