Femurs swing on rusty hinges, everything wound around a core of pain. My shoulders creep up towards my ears and I have to forcibly, scold them down. As my arms cross over my body in acts of utter resistance, I have to remember to breath, to keep moving, to brush my knuckles against my hip …

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As I tried to silently sob in my brother-in-law’s tiny Spanish apartment, my partner exasperatedly mumbled, mostly to himself, that maybe he would just stay in Spain longer and I could head home early, which made me cry even more, which made it even harder to cry quietly. Why was I crying? I was in …

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“Still really scared” is how I would describe my mental state whenever I shut the trunk of the car, giving the fresh pair of undies I laid out to change into upon my return a wistful glance, before heading out for a solo lady backpack expedition. I have gone backpacking in the Pacific Northwest, alone, …

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Gaijin is the word in Japan for foreigner. If you’re not Japanese, this is what you are. The nail that sticks up in Japan is hammered down. The gaijin can’t be hammered down, you will always stick out. Accept it and cause a scene on a train. The decision to move there was made after …

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A student of mine died this year and then I traveled to this place called Tana Toraja to see a pig get set on fire and after that I got a voicemail from my mother about looking death in the face. But, I’m getting ahead of myself. We’ll start with the pig. My husband and …

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