Monkey on your back may be a hackneyed expression, but there’s nothing trite about it when it happens to you. Besides, it was all about the bananas.
Tag: wanderlust journal
The Smell of Home
That cancerous fucking cloud stopped no one from living their lives… He would be crouched on the balls of his feet on the sidewalk, pollution filtering mask hanging from one ear, and smoking a cigarette.
Yellowstone
In June 2020, my 76-year-old mother and I broke quarantine and took a road trip to Yellowstone National Park from Spokane, WA.
Whiskey Forward
Near Covent Garden, the sidewalk grew thick with cheerful people. Angels and whimsical ocean scenes in twinkling lights arched over the streets. Store windows were decked out in holiday décor.
Berlin Busted
In the building at number 15 we would defend ourselves against the fine we were issued the day before for possessing unstamped tickets on the tram.
Transit Assistance in Rome
I touched his arm and told him, “hai amichi ovunque” (you have friends everywhere) which made him cry, and that made me cry, and he patted down his tears with a handkerchief as the bus arrived.