Spring in India. I’d followed my then acting teacher and a group of other spiritually bankrupt young artists to meet her guru in Rishikesh to bathe in the Ga...

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

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

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 returning for a second year,...

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 bathroom. I’ve been hold...

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 stroll. Nowhere to be ...

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 Manarola. It has been...

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 cities in the world to...

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

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

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 little goofy and are warm...

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

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

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 calm, incredible afte...

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 phones are unreliable an...

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 consecutive night in the same...

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 still. It hurts. But t...