Vietnam

My father was a soldier in the Vietnam War when I was a baby. He told stories of his chopper crashing in a hot zone, his helmet getting grazed by a bullet, his good friend dying in an early morning ambush. My father, mother, and I went to Vietnam to see all the places he […]

Australia

I watched surfers ride big waves at Bondi Beach and wandered into shops on Oxford Street—the Madison Avenue of Sydney. I sailed sandy estuaries around the Whitsunday Islands and went scuba diving in Cape Tribulation. I touched a giant clam with a velvety purple lining and it snapped shut like a bear trap.

Jamaica

I danced on the beach to reggae with Mojo, a Jamaican man with dreadlocks whose name means magic. We fell asleep in beach chairs by the ocean and someone stole Mojo’s Bolle sunglasses off the top of his head. It had only been two weeks since his last pair had been stolen. A security guard […]

Argentina

After college, I worked as a writer for an English language newspaper in Buenos Aires. The dirty war had ended but the country was on the verge of a coup with hyperinflation, labor strikes, power cuts. My salary was worthless and I quit to travel. I saw penguins, glaciers, icebergs, snowy Andes, gauchos on horseback.