by Stowaway Magazine | Jan 16, 2014 | Staff Essay, Winter 2014
Enveloped by the lush greenery all around, I couldn’t tear my eyes from the sheer mountain slopes above and below the one-lane dirt road beneath our van. At the bottom of the deep chasm dropping away to our right, the grand Urubamba River swiftly swirled. In every...
by Stowaway Magazine | Oct 10, 2013 | Fall 2013, Insider, Staff Essay
The van felt swelteringly hot as we traveled. I tried putting my head against the glass, hoping for a brief respite, but found it burning hot as well. I pulled my head away and stared out at the red dust, barrel cacti, and saguaro that stretched into the distance. Two...
by Stowaway Magazine | Jan 25, 2013 | Insider, Staff Essay, Winter 2013
I sit writing in the tube somewhere in the depths of London Underground. It’s not until I put my pen and black notebook down—black ink stained on my pinky finger—that I really look at the people sitting around me. It is after nine at night, so the normal working crowd...
by Stowaway Magazine | Apr 16, 2012 | Insider, Staff Essay, Summer 2012
I sit across the aisle from another writer on my 747 flight, an older woman writing in large letters. Her scrawl resembles my grandmother’s: messy but elegant, beginning large and then fading into smaller letters. She holds pages and pages of lined paper, off-white...
by Stowaway Magazine | Dec 28, 2011 | Insider, Staff Essay
“Know all, and you will pardon all.” —Thomas à Kempis I hated Mozart for good reason. My grudge developed when I was 15 years old, mostly because performing his Violin Concerto no. 3 in G Major for the Southwestern Youth Music Festival was my most humiliating teenage...
by Stowaway Magazine | Sep 26, 2011 | Insider, Staff Essay
“What we see before us is just one tiny part of the world. We get into a habit of thinking, this is the world, but it’s not true at all. The real world is a much deeper and darker placer than this, and much of it is occupied by jellyfish and things.”—Haruki Murakami1...
