Using my tweed blazer, online degree from the University of Metaphysical Sciences, and superior height, I convinced three of the mugs I was living with…
I sat in an acai bowl cafe, the kind with swing seats and fake flowers, on a balmy Ubud afternoon, right in the middle of…
An unanticipated phone call in the afternoon alerts me that a Daratan ceremony is taking place in a matter of minutes at Pura Dalem Agung,…
I have three rules I attempt to live by: Don’t hook up with boys when you’re drunk. You’re not 18 anymore. Don’t give blowjobs. They’re…
My eyes flash open. All I can see in the moonlight is asphalt. Unforgiving asphalt. Metallic fear fills my mouth. My scooter is still wedged…
For a Bali dog, the fact that Sisi even existed at the age of eight was nothing short of miraculous. Sure, she had the personality…
I Fucking hate dancing. With a capital F. The apex of my dancing comes annually and is usually just a series of power-slides across some…
I notice the wildlife before the people. Between the hoards of holy cows and scavengers of the sky, there’s fierce competition for edible waste. I’m…
As a high-school English teacher, my plan to participate in schoolies as a “toolie” (Australian slang for opportunistic sex-predator far too old to be celebrating…
A couple of days ago, I woke thinking my ankle had magically healed itself throughout the night. It had been three days since someone on…
With one hand, I grabbed a dunny roll; and with the other, I covered my mouth while sprinting to a room most often reserved for…
It’s nearly midnight and Bali Manik seems to be the cheapest and best option. No hot shower, no air con, no TV, no TP, just…
