
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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Read MoreMy sister clapped her hands and said, “Let’s get dressed up like sluts and go to the Beverly Center!” This is how it started.
Read MoreWe’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…
Read MoreAuthor’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…
Read MoreIt 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…
Read MoreThe fog crept past the streetlight, swallowing the clouds of smoke we blew out, skinny or fat or from our noses in dragony tendrils.
Read MoreI 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…
Read MoreThe girls looked bored. They slouched in plastic chairs, picked at their nails, crossed and uncrossed their toothpick legs.
Read MoreWe 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…
Read MoreShe 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.
Read MoreInterstate 5 stretched out before us like a flat black stain on a dingy beige carpet. Desert, industrial orchards, slaughterhouses, gas stations…
Read MoreThe music started before dawn. I knew this only because the holes in the corrugated tin roof revealed swaths of night.
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