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Lonesome was the blacktop

At my dad's house in Tucson, almost everything I picked up was expired. The contact solution. The Aspirin. The Frosted Mini Wheats. I consumed all of it anyway. So far,…

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Panchakarma Part 2: My Sadist

  Read Panchakarma Part 1 here if you missed it. Whenever people would ask me why I was going to India and I would say "yoga," there'd often be this pause,…

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Panchakarma Part 1: Are you shitting me?

It was on the fourth day that they started threatening enemas. The preceding three days of my panchakarma cleanse at Dixit Health Clinic were spent mostly chillaxing on the rooftop balcony and drinking…

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On knowing better

I missed Sugar/Cheryl Strayed's coming out party, due to a misfortune of geography, but thanks to Facebook, I feel like I was there. Plus, Wendy MacNaughton illustrated the evening. And my…

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