Holy shit, fuckers. So many people are surprising themselves lately. They’re taking leaps, shaking shit up, going fucking rogue.
And I am following their lead.
wading through the bullshit a hundred-ish words at a time
Holy shit, fuckers. So many people are surprising themselves lately. They’re taking leaps, shaking shit up, going fucking rogue.
And I am following their lead.
I refuse to accept that growing up means dissatisfaction. So, I wrote my own 10 Signs of Becoming because, spoiler alert, you and I are always becoming.
Surprise! I’ve re-branded because occasionally people tell me that the things I say don’t suck.
So, in celebration, take your clothes off. Yes, you read that right—go on, work that birthday suit.
While I’ve tasted morning cappuccino in Uzhgorod, London coffee on a rainy Wednesday, and post-touring latte on streets of Jinja, nothing compares to the affogato of Kampala.
Clean underwear is important for any trip, but if you’re traveling to rural Africa, don’t forget…
What matters isn’t quantifiable.
What is quantifiable doesn’t matter.
The very first of Mary’s One Hundred.