Jul 29, 2020
Now is not the time to fall apart. Things—must be figured out. Problems, solved. Home, reached. Family, reunited. Now—is not the time to fall apart.
In today’s episode of When We Could Touch, hear how my friends helped me pull myself together and get home from Bali. This is my final episode of this podcast.
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Jul 23, 2020
Blood. The most potent of fluids. Should there be a pollutant, one will find it in the blood. If there is anything of one another’s we should not touch, it is the blood. In the old days, the best of days, the halcyon times before horror at human contact was mainlined into our veins, even in those bright days of...
Jul 15, 2020
It had finally happened, just as I’d secretly feared. I could not get home after all. See me then, a lone woman, sat in the middle of a busy airport, her suitcase open and spilled everywhere, sobbing bitterly into a stuffed animal as hundreds step around her, heads down, wasted on their own needs. Alone in a crowd....
Jul 8, 2020
People in this airport—were not doing well. Some were weeping into their phones, scrolling, tapping for a solution that would not come. Some called their loved ones, uttering words that made my guts churn—words like, “my ticket is worthless,” words like, ”I cannot leave.”
This shit—don’t look good.
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Jul 1, 2020
I have a bad habit of doing whatever I wanted. And whatever I’d wanted—had landed me here. Stuck in paradise while the world burned.
In this episode of When We Could Touch, join me in my final days in Bali, as I am forced to make a sudden decision to GTFO.
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