Go Walk in the Rain

I’m going to pepper this long post about vulnerability with pictures of moody geese that I took today because I … More

I am dirt (I am a writer)

I don’t mind the way I write, but it’s a very real possibility that you do. I suspect you could … More

The last six months have been intense to say the least. (Luckily, intensity is something like water to me, it … More

That’s it for 2013 then, I guess. I lived in three different places (1 2 3) in three different countries. … More

The last time I wrote about advent, I was eighteen years old, living in a town an hour outside of … More

My trip to Regensburg got me thinking. Do you ever look around and get startled by how grown-up people … More

The plane touched down on the runway at Flughafen München with a jerk, and my stomach leapt into my throat. … More

Photo by Ellie Let’s not sugar-coat things: Berlin is not pretty. Or if it is, then it’s very much Kate … More

Unten kannst du mich auch auf deutsch lesen. Sachsenhausen is a Nazi, and later Soviet, concentration camp, located about … More

I don’t know if I’m a country kid or a city kid – in fact, I don’t see the need … More