storytelling


I sometimes write stuff with a looser character limit — and the occasional swear word. (Sorry, Mom.) 

It lives here.

 

outside magazine

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State Secrets

Love Acadia, the Tetons, and the Grand Canyon? Wait until you meet their crazy little cousins. (Contributor, Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore)

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Chosen Ones

Whether you're looking for expert backcountry skiing or a romantic weekend that may or may not involve snowshoes, we've got you covered. (Contributor, Winter Retreats)

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The New Rules of Survival

The planet is smaller than ever, but that just means there's a host of new dangers out there — and a new set of solutions. (Contributor, Salvation Comes at a Price)

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Jack of All Trades

Yes, there's a world-class ski resort in Steamboat Springs. But as the careers (and hobbies) of these five guys demonstrate, that's just one part of this relaxed Colorado town's allure. (Contributor, Energy Food Guru: Adam Spector)

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A Brief History of Briefs

The surprisingly adventurous roots of a very personal effect.

 

blog highlights

I inhaled a burrito, downed half a bottle of Chardonnay, and hopped into a Lyft.
— THAT TIME I SOLD MYSELF FOR CHARITY
 

 

 


"Isn't there something romantic about traveling by sea? It's like being on the Titanic, only minus the classism and, hopefully, sinking."

– P-TOWN GETAWAY

 
First lesson of the food service industry: hostesses are full of shit. At least, the teenaged ones making only $7.75 an hour are.
— HANGING UP MY APRON
 

 


"However, as someone who arrived in Boston almost five years ago having never tasted real lobster — and later choked on one in front of her undying college crush — I've now sampled a decent number of rolls."

– roadtrip revival: maine

 
I have an email in my Sent folder, to my mom, entitled ‘WTF West Elm.’
— THE LONG BUMPY ROAD TO LOVE(SEAT)
 

 

 

 

 


"I stood looking at the chair for a moment, thinking that it kind of looked like it was covered in white sweet potatoes. Then my dad pointed to a sign. 'They're dicks!'"

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