I know a lot of people who claim that they don’t like gin. I get it – they’re used to cheap gin and shitty tonic, coming together to make an unbalanced, watery, unpleasantly bitter lime-soaked concoction that they associate with curmudgeonly old men. But – bear with me. I used to be a gin hater, too. My change of heart came after trying some of the newer, more creative gins out there, specifically this one, […]
The first time I fell – and I mean really fell – I was eighteen and volunteering rebuilding hiking trails at a state park in Tennessee. It was a mid-summer evening, sweltering and humid, and we were racing down the trail to throw ourselves in the river and wash away the day’s work. I didn’t see a root protruding into the trail, and suddenly I was on the ground, my ankle immediately swollen to the size […]
When I was in college, I spent a semester in Denmark studying architecture. Part of our education was to pile into those tourist busses with the grey and maroon carpeted seats and be driven around to endless architecturally significant landmarks, where we’d tumble out, sketch furiously for 40 minutes, then pile back on to the bus. Often these were day trips, requiring us to get there before daybreak, returning home long after dark with notebooks […]
When I was younger, I prided myself on not being very “girly,” despising most of the frou frou things that girls were supposed to like (shopping, giggling, drinking cosmos) and keeping mostly male friends. While this led to many wonderful things (learning to like whiskey, saving lots of money), as I got older I surprisingly found myself feeling like something was missing, not unlike some phantom limb that was, surprisingly, soft-skinned, sweet-perfumed, and pink.
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