The traveler’s paradox: Traveling alone as a woman

There’s an air of romanticism inherent in the act of “adventure.” It’s Odysseus. Jules Verne. Jack Kerouac. Chris McCandless. Generations of men, admired adventure writers, have had us yearning for the open road. Yet there’s a reality of traveling alone as a woman that is often inferred and rarely recorded.
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Back and Forth: Jeff the 420 Chef

According to reports and stories from the deep dark web, some buddies and Berkeley hearsay, a faction of kids at San Rafael High School in the ‘70s invented the idea of “420,” an exclusive marijuana-inclusive term symbolizing the group’s meeting time to smoke pot from some abandoned crop in town
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Really bad timing

So, for full disclosure, I like a boy.   If “boy” sounds condescending, it’s only because this crush makes me feel distinctly juvenile. I try to talk to him and I’m all elbows and thumbs, falling over myself embarrassed. He’s the first person I’ve really liked in ages, and after
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On geese, being good, and soft animals

“You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.”   — Mary Oliver   Y   ou do not have
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This is how water loves: A collection of poems

cerulean lines   i was wind, monsoons on summer days and unexpected hurricanes, breath missing from faded blue veins.   this is how air loves, i said, always trying to leave and hard to keep Zeus never stayed for daylight’s break; my tendency to walk away.   she was fire,
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