Places
Longing for the Netherlands, Stroopwafels, and the Real Thing
We don’t crave the things we’re close to, even if they’ve shaped us into who we are.
What Would It Mean to Live in the Clouds?
If one can dream up a better future for humanity or for whatever species humans evolve into, why replicate the past?
Going from Other to Local in Mumbai
I was certain my appearance would mask my secret: that I didn’t belong.
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Facing Crises—and Mosquitoes—at Home in Osaka
If you’re looking at something, you don’t know where it’s going; if you know where it’s going, you don’t know where it is.
No Place Like Home: How Nostalgia Paints Over Violent Histories
In class we’d learned the Australian flag was blue to represent the sky and ocean both, our collective identity shaped by that constant hue.
Traveling With My Parents Taught Me “Growing Up” Is Not “Growing Old”
My parents were old. It was time to take seriously the last years we had left. That is not, of course, how they saw things.
Searching for a Piece of Home in Havana
On the plane, I felt the tension of visiting so many unspoken truths.
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Biking Back Home in Bogotá
Bogotá has the largest network of cycling infrastructure in Latin America. It is a city that begs to be biked.
The Next Stop Is: Brighton Beach
I love our Little Odessa because it is the closest approximation to a home I will never really know.
Prison Visitation Isn’t Like the Movies
When my dad was incarcerated, I began noticing specific tropes that reinforce a cultural narrative about prison all around me.
