As a survivor of traumatic childhood events, the livelihood of children for whom home is not a safe place and who are feeling the repercu...

cryingwolffilm.com @cryingwolf_film April 19th 2020 via the film's website and Vimeo Hello, Like many of you, I find myself in quarantine...

Spring in India. I find myself in the very back of a van with the windows down in the heat as we make the six hour drive, up up up, into ...

I have kept my depression a secret from my loved ones, keeping the mask of togetherness intact, busying myself with “work” during my most...

My father’s father - my grandfather - “Dandad”- my grandmother’s husband, my great grandfather’s son - “Bus”. He stands in the kitchen of...

It will be 9 hours before I touch down in London. From there I will carry on to Frankfurt, and finally Florence, where I will be returnin...

The first car smells of feet and the air doesn’t move. The next has air conditioning and smells like a hospital. I go in search of a bath...

The morning is misty and calm and we are the only people on the trail. Omri and I idle a while taking pictures. We listen to music and st...

We wake in Manarola around 9am. We shower and pack our things and head downstairs to check out of the hostel. We are reluctant to leave M...

Back back back to Cinque Terre. The train couldn’t have moved fast enough. How silly to be escaping one of the most beautiful romantic ci...

The seven of us return from Cinque Terre with enchantment percolating in us. A tribe has emerged. In class our teacher Jonathan asks us h...

The seven of us return from Cinque Terre with enchantment percolating in us. A tribe has emerged. In class our teacher Jonathan asks us h...

Our teacher Jonathan reminds me of my step-dad. Both tumbled out of the Punk Rock era, are on their third marriage, are sweet and a littl...

Quiet and timeless, this room. Untouchable. All the old books behind beautiful cages of iron. They all look the same. Ancient and sand co...

The room. It’s small and sparse. Tile floor, high ceilings, white walls, simple furniture–a white wardrobe, a bedside table, a twin bed, ...

Class. Back in class. I just finished classes and now here I am. Here. Same same but different, as they say in India. So different. The c...

The train. I catch it at Firenze, Santa Maria Novella. I am meeting my best friend and her boyfriend in Venice for the weekend. Cell phon...

Sleep. Last night was the first night since leaving my dorm in New York City on the 12th of May that I have slept more than one consecuti...

Home. I touched it for a moment and now I am back in motion, back on the road, on to seek a new adventure. I’ve forgotten how to stand st...