I want to bury my face in a pillow or say “no” but am frozen in mute fear of facing violence. He is fifteen years older and I feel vulnerable.

I want to bury my face in a pillow or say “no” but am frozen in mute fear of facing violence. He is fifteen years older and I feel vulnerable.
I’ve never been so filthy, wet, thirsty, hungry, lonely, happy or inspired. I was scared at times, but not too bad. I found out where all the cool people were hanging out; the ones I was always looking for at home. I lost all my shoes and lived barefoot for a long time. I cut my own hair, using my pocketknife. I bought a machete to compliment the 4-battery Maglite that I carried in my pack. I indulged in my ferocious appetite for books, deep conversation and exploring my boundaries.
It’s been two years since I fist arrived in the US. It’s been a fascinating and, at times, tiring journey […]
You know you’ve had a proper weekend in the wilderness when, as you finally take a shower after returning home, the dirt visibly runs off your body for a solid five minutes, and for the following three days you discover bruises, cuts and blisters all over, but don’t remember how you got them.
Katie and her boyfriend Colin invited me for a weekend of camping and exploring at the Lion’s Head (north end […]
High school was the best. Everything was new and each day thrilling. Each book, painting, touch, song. Lately I’ve been reflecting on that time, and sometimes I want to reclaim that excitement of when each moment was fresh. But I realized something — settling down doesn’t mean life will be dull; it’s simply time to start the next phase of life.