A few years ago, I loved tarot cards. I tried to read them and looked up their meanings. I liked the idea of peering into the past and future, the idea that every moment, every experience, had a hidden meaning.
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Chimney Bluffs | Travel Essays
I turn down the radio, and quickly glance between the passenger and driver seat.
Love Letters
Greetings from the South. I’m writing before I leave for my next destination, so it’ll be the last post from Wilmington. I’m sad to leave, as always, but excited to reach the next place. The one thing that sucks about being on the road is the lack of books. While this post was still a new idea…
The Juiciest Peach
A few years ago, I overheard one of my co-workers talking about me. He thought I was out of the office for the day, and as I sat filling out a spreadsheet, I heard him openly discuss my salary with another co-worker.
Ask Driftyland Missy | I’m Not Certain About Anything
A few days ago, I got an email from a long-time Driftyland reader (whatwhaaat). This lovely person told me a deeply intimate story about a situation they were going through (opted not to include that here), but asked a question that I’ve been asked a few times now.
How I Deal with Morrie on the Road
No one has asked me this, but someone out there might want to know. How do you travel with a dog? I’ve put a lot of thought into this.
Max Patch | Travel Essays
It’s hot. My grey tank has become another layer of skin. I run my hand through my short, cropped hair, taking a deep breath as I push forward.
Minimalism for Beginners
After I went to Iceland in 2013, I was hooked on the idea of minimalism. I lived out of a backpack for three months, and couldn’t believe how free and light I felt.
If This Fool Can Blog, You Can, Too!
I get asked about my blog a lot. Specifically, from people who want to start one. I’m always happy to talk (at nauseam) about blogging, what I personally gain from it, and how to start.
Dangerous Narratives About Love
When I started writing this post, it was very different. I wrote very defensively, as I have in the past, about why I haven’t seriously dated anyone in two years. Or at least, why I thought I haven’t seriously dated anyone in two years.