“Wherever yer goin’, I’ll take yeh there.” The grizzled man leans over two empty seats in his battered white Chevy truck so that we can hear him over the roar of the Oregon highway. It’s Memorial Day...

I am twenty years old and on a nine-hour train ride from Munich to Amsterdam. I'm uncomfortably trying to settle in for the night in my second class economy seat that refuses to recline. "Want a...

It is eight o’clock in the morning on September the twenty fourth. Florentine traffic pounds by outside of the open hostel window. The room is musty, the smell of mold so faint that I wonder if I’m...