desert Found: Mannequin Head If you lost your mannequin's head, its on the side of the highway, approximately one-hundred and ten miles north of Mexico, in the vicinity of one of the rainbow houses, but not too far from the jail. This is no ordinary mannequin head. He comes with a full
desert Happy Mother's Day It's Mother's Day. KT comes into town. There's a garage sale down the road from my house. We park before the rambling chainlink fence, the yard of dirt packed with sun-bleached stuff. Tables of broken, outdated strips of plastic and rusty metal fill our
travel The No Fly List I went on a train ride recently. It was supposed to be a forty-three hour ride, but it turned into a fifty-three hour ride. And I was in coach, which was wild, but it was a hundred dollars to get from California to New Orleans, so I was like, well,
Foo My Nightmare or Yours? I had a roommate. One morning she came out of her room and looked at me with great suspicion. I thought she was just in the pre-caffeinated phase. Which was true. She got some coffee. Then continued to look at me with entirely too much scrutiny. "Why are you
travel How you Find Yourself #vanlife It's a thing. I see them all the time. Vans in their various sizes and values– Sprinter vans with surf racks, decommissioned plumber rigs with the only back window boarded in plywood, the previous's owner's buisness lettering still visible. The van occupants, like
travel In Another Life In another life, I had a friend. We flew to Iceland, rented a car, and drove around the island. It was April. We were only a year or so out of college. People were confused by us. They kept saying, "But you're Americans. Shouldn't you
desert Cash... It's not really my thing When my parents came to visit, we went walking through the trendier part of town. We came across the grocery store my friend likes to call "By people from L.A., for people from L.A." And to say it's a grocery store is kind of
