LETTERS

Dear KBB, I wrote this letter on my 5th tour around Roosevelt Island in twice as many days, rehearsing the points I wanted to make, how I would phrase things...

Dear Kristen, This’ll be the first year since we met that I haven’t seen you. The summer after Spain it was the few months we spent in and around the Bay Are...

Dear College Station, I was supposed to write this letter on my flight out on Thursday. I was going to use the time spent traveling through the inbetween spa...

Dear Caitlin, I had a dream about the river the other night. I don’t remember what it was about, if we were on the river or at the Two Bit or maybe on the de...

Dear Caroline, What does the adhan sound like in Saudi Arabia? In Morocco,  the call to prayer sounded like a car engine backfiring, at least at first. After...

Dear 9:30 Club, The first time I went to the 9:30 Club, I accidentally barricaded Nate Ruess in the green room bathroom. It was for a work thing. Not the bar...

Z, Last weekend, I went to see Coco. I swear I see other movies, old films and critically acclaimed ones and indies, but from my letters you’d think the only...

Dear Home, I’m on my way back to you now. Logistically, I’m in the air, somewhere between Baltimore and Houston, bound for the 361, but I like the ambiguity ...

Dear MA y PA, If you’re reading this, I survived Cerro de la Muerte and made it to Zane’s site. Maybe this is one of those things I shouldn’t tell you–that I...

Dear Spain, I miss you most when the weather turns cold. For most of my life, whenever the weather would get cooler, I’d think of football stadiums and Frida...