In Broome, my life revolves around two things: work, and Cable Beach. I can’t begin to count the number of times I’ve planned to spend my days off writing or researching or doing laundry only to find myself wandering down to the beach instead.…
Broome is blurry, a friend told me last week. It’s the perfect description. More than anywhere else I’ve lived, the days here bleed together. I’ve been here now for ten weeks, and for the most part, I find it difficult to remember specific days…
This is the Australia I dreamed of finding. Imagine sheets of rock streaked wildly terra cotta, searing against the sun-flecked azure of the Indian Ocean. The sky is pale, whitewashed by the heat. The stones underwater shimmer gold while, in the distance, the dunes…
I’ve been a bad blogger. Over the past week or two, despite my best intentions to write, I inadvertantly abandoned any semblance of planning. I ignored my to-do lists. I hardly so much as opened my computer, and I neglected my social media efforts…
