My Mala.

“Damnit!” I yelled, running into my kitchen table bench, clutching keys tightly and spilling coffee down my arm; a quick, hot, muddy Nile river of Ethiopian blend. It was 6:45am this morning and I was running late for my yoga class. Juggling to stay upright, I dropped...

Hovering above Orlando

My phone rang, right when I was contemplating packing blue pants or black pants. My world has been an endless string of flights lately, and this past Sunday I was preparing for a 5:30pm departure to Frankfurt for work, where I sat at 2am when I started writing...