The Long-Haul: Momos & Mom
A little camping up through hillbilly country was 100% worth landing in Ithaca, NY to visit my momo-flinging guitar teacher and his perfect, delicious Nepalese clan. Continue reading The Long-Haul: Momos & Mom
A little camping up through hillbilly country was 100% worth landing in Ithaca, NY to visit my momo-flinging guitar teacher and his perfect, delicious Nepalese clan. Continue reading The Long-Haul: Momos & Mom
My favorite lady queen is moving to New Orleans and invited me to spend my 24th birthday in town. Time for some gay pride, grits, and enormous cocktails in the streets. Continue reading French Quarter Life Crisis
The big send-off from my homeland was perfect in every way, i.e. there was pizza. Continue reading The 405, Part II – Catan, Camping, & Cryin’
Every year my K-8th grade school hosted a reenactment of the Oklahoma Land Rush of 1889. Although I fully grasped the macabre of celebrating an event that displaced innumerable Native Americans long ago, I have never been able to persuade myself away from the gratitude I feel for the land on which my brother and I grew up. We don’t … Continue reading The 405 – Part I: Contra & Crawfish
Did you guys know there are mountains near Santa Fe, NM? That it isn’t just a barren desert wasteland? They have movie theaters, gelato, AND and REI? Color me ignorant. Continue reading Sante Fe and the Road Home
Like my forefathers (dad & Ellen), I embarked eastward on state highway 50 – branded the “The Loneliest Road in America” by Life Magazine back in the 1980s. Continue reading Highway 50 (NV, UT) & Colorado
This one goes out to all of my friends and fam to whom I have poorly explained my internship antics for the past 10-ish months. Continue reading The Distance Dietetic Internship
This past weekend, a gaggle of Callarmans gathered to celebrate the birthday of one very special fellow. Continue reading Lake Tahoe, 80 Years
Ashland was mostly how I left it – resplendent with organic, nutristainable produce and crunchy characters. Could a girl ask for more, really? Continue reading Ashlandia