This Is How It Happens
Try this: Click on our masthead. Look at the photos. Skim the bios. What do you notice?
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My Month as a Slut
My sister clapped her hands and said, “Let’s get dressed up like sluts and go to the Beverly Center!” This is how it started.
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“Solo Female Travel Isn’t the Problem”
We’re loving the response of prominent female travel bloggers to the recent upsurge of the old solo-female-travel-is-too-dangerous line. Both Jodi Ettenberg (Legal Nomads) and…
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The Bright Burning of Dory Tourette
Author’s Note What follows is a story about my friendship with Dory Ben-Shalom, AKA Dory Tourette, a person beloved by many. The story is…
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Making What?
It would have opened like this: the year 2000, June, weekday, mid-afternoon. Standing along the brick of 16th and Mission, a clump of dirty-haired kids…
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Apocalypse Soon
The fog crept past the streetlight, swallowing the clouds of smoke we blew out, skinny or fat or from our noses in dragony tendrils.
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Sweat Ride through the Smog Swamp
I met him when I was trying to get to work. I was walking down the street in the Old Quarter, dodging traffic in my too-baggy work pants…
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Girls, Girls, Girl
The girls looked bored. They slouched in plastic chairs, picked at their nails, crossed and uncrossed their toothpick legs.
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On the Rails in Phnom Penh
We called him Eat Pray Paul. Because there were two Pauls and they were more or less indistinguishable — both red-faced old dudes who’d been kicking around Cambodia…
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Confessions of the Hamam Non-Sisterhood
She flung the plastic bucket in my supine direction. The warm water leapt out, arched through the steaming black room and landed with a slap across my face.
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Could Have Stayed On The Highway
Interstate 5 stretched out before us like a flat black stain on a dingy beige carpet. Desert, industrial orchards, slaughterhouses, gas stations…
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Barang Goes To A Wedding
The music started before dawn. I knew this only because the holes in the corrugated tin roof revealed swaths of night.
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