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The Fabled Montropolis Is Found: Jackson Hole

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In the evolution of a place there is sometimes a waymark between free-spirited childhood and the discreet somberness of maturity. But what if the in-between actually signifies the third point of a classic Hegelian dialectical triangle? A rough and rowdy cowboy town at one point, an overly-wrought sophisticated metropolis at the other, and the third […]

Recollections of an Old Farm in the USA

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I remember once, while watching Elizabeth Gaskell’s North and South, how much Miss Margaret Hale loved her home, Helston. “It’s the best place on earth,” she says to Henry. I can say the same about my childhood home, where I grew up to my teenage years. It was not the sort of exquisite, well-built American […]

#LiveAndDine2014 Angeleno Magazine

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The summer day begins in Santa Monica! Thank you @angelenomagazine for #liveanddine2014 @fairmontmiramar In celebration of The Restaurant Issue, Angeleno magazine hosted its annual LIVE & DINE L.A. event, honoring the city’s most distinguished chefs and restaurateurs of 2014 who continue to shape and evolve L.A.’s culinary scene. Guests were treated to signature bites and menu samplings prepared […]

Breathing in the Brave In the USA

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I walk down the path and I can breathe. Suddenly, I’ve risen above. I’ve risen above the traffic, the incessant rumble of rubber meeting pavement. I’ve risen above the strip malls filled with stuff that melts my brain into a mush of consumerism and more, more, more. I’ve risen above the clouds, and I’m at […]

Freedom Road

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My sneakers slap the ground, crunching over a carpet of gravel and wood chips. I’m shaded beneath the green leafy canopy, but here humidity is ever-present. Sweat drips down my face, crusted beneath my eyes and salty on my lips. My breathing is measured by footfalls: inhale for two, out for one. One-two—three. One-two—three. One-two—three. […]

U.S.A. Dreams

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As a person who has traveled extensively, I can honestly state that every place is unique, having its own sense of freedom. Each place I have been to indeed have very obliging people. There are many places in the world in which the people living there are controlled and do not have a sense of […]

Mountain Girl hits the trail

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When I climb mountains on my own, my out-of-the-mountains life melts away. I become a person who doesn’t have a messy kitchen and has no errands to run. While at times I feel like I am going to die from exertion, I also feel years falling off my shoulders. Give me a mountain range, and […]

The Bridge at Ripple Creek

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As we lay on our backs every evening, the asphalt of the bridge still warm from the day’s sun, we tracked satellites in the sky like so many mosquitos buzzing over the valley. Above us, Billy’s Peak jutted out casting a harsh silhouette against the sky. Below us, Ripple Creek trickled along carrying the snow-melt […]

Freedom from Fear

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I didn’t learn to snorkel as a kid. I had one visit to Barbados when I was 22 and a friend of the family taught me the basics. I was amazed at how hushed the world became when I put my head underwater with the ability to breathe. Everything went away except my heartbeat, my […]

Dangerous Freedom Tallied in Youth

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Because of some ultra-mindfucky, nefarious human schemes and some unintentional collateral damage too, so much of the man-made world has become a devastating force to my freedom. I was involved closely with the value corrupt business described in a certain famous author’s famous essay ^1 (which if mentioned in paragraph and given such prominent space […]