In Travel Journalism, After Every Disaster Comes “the Perfect Time to Visit”
But what big little lies do we tell ourselves when PR companies spin a local disaster into a travel opportunity?
But what big little lies do we tell ourselves when PR companies spin a local disaster into a travel opportunity?
Every hiker is called to the trail for a different reason, but we all share a common goal: We all want to finish.
Where does my style begin and his taste end? My suitcase is overflowing with meaning I can’t handle anymore.
Resting, in this context, is resistance.
“The whole country is fighting,” one of my relatives told me. It was a throwaway remark, but it was the most apt thing I heard that weekend in Ukraine.
The problem isn’t encountering text, or even a lot of it. It’s the text that we encounter, the how and why of its coming to be.
Though I estranged myself from my toxic family, their hold on my mind still needed to let me go. So I got on a plane and left.
Didion depicts Hawaiʻi as a place that exists solely in the white American imagination, and, because of this, her journalism is a fiction.
In that sense, we’re still haunted.
The more elaborate my mother’s garden grew, the more elided was the strenuousness of her efforts.
Mowing the lawn is a frivolous act.
Whenever I’ve found someone passed out in a bathroom as a bartender, it’s because they’ve well exceeded their personal limit with alcohol. I also can’t help but think it’s because there’s been too little of something else.
Protecting each other from harm? Caring about one another even when it’s hard? Is it too corny to say that I’ll drink to that?
In other words, the suburbs are equated with whiteness because they were designed to be.
This right to return offered to Jews makes me think about who is entitled to join Europe and who is not.
If I approached my immigration experience the same way people approach a start-up, maybe I could optimize the amount of time it took me to integrate.
Like most people born just as the Cold War was ending, I learned about nuclear weapons in the past tense.
Integrating the personal with the professional was helpful in the chaos of 2020. But by 2021, I often lost track of whether I was a teacher or a therapist.
Here is my official statement on why I do most things alone: I am a lone wolf. I am comfortable with myself. Here is another explanation: There is something about me that is fundamentally unlikeable.
Maybe we are the coyotes. We’ve invaded those tidy realms of whiteness, and we did not duck our heads. We acted like we owned the place.