If I’m tardy it’s because I don’t know how to convey the amount of shit that hit the fan. Trust that a lot did. That the juiciest parts will come some day in paperback. The life affairs sketched in this post refer to mid-August till September end. Monthly Moods will now drop at midnight on… Read More


My salty Sri Lankan summer nears the two month mark and at times I feel like the only foreign female walking around without a beach boy slung stylishly over my arm. My leash tan fossilizes herself to my right ankle and on most days I’m totally eating it in a washing machine of brine. July… Read More


Our warming planet has completed seven laps around the sun since I first stepped foot on Kenyan soil and changed my life with #solofemaletravel membership. Having spent the recent years in South Asia, festering heaps of plastic waste have never been more in my face. Sustainable Habits From Seven Years Of Solo Female Travel Once… Read More


I generally avoid the term ‘curry’ because the term is degrading. Nothing was traditionally named ‘curry’ in the lands credited for its origins. However, little terminology for Sri Lankan cuisine exists beyond ‘rice and curry’ in this surf town. Hand-painted signs in front of residential homes advertise RICE AND CURRY AND LAUNDRY. Indeed my month… Read More


warning: the photos in this post may upset the reader day 1610 sri lanka what is more beautiful than a bat? nothing. truthfully. i watched you fly in, dark shifting shapes circling, lost, trying to get out. like me trapped in my mind. i took my time to get to the fan switch. just as… Read More