Living in America -- especially Western America -- is like living in a giant fishbowl. Spend an hour on an airplane and you might end up a few counties over. Drive for hours, and you're lucky if you leave your own state. And everywhere you go is the tell-tale twang of the American accent. You … Continue reading A Sea of Red-Tiled Roofs — My Adventures in Prague
I guess I should start this off -- like most things -- with an introduction. It's kind of weird to be typing this up on my laptop, makeup free and sprawled on my couch, as if I'm addressing a room of people, but hey. There are much weirder things on the Internet. So here goes. … Continue reading An Introduction.