California-based novelist who wrote "The President" (PRONK, 2025). Collector of fountain pens, secondhand books and swimming spots.
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Three hours of driving to stock up on provisions is not without its consolations. Wending one’s way up the Shoreline Highway, there’s the constant companionship of the stormy, sparkling ocean, and plenty of time for podcast listening (most recently, OPB’s captivating Timber Wars — about the battles to
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Following the untimely demise of our solitary basil plant (RIP Pesto), it dawned on me I was now the only millennial on the planet who didn’t own a houseplant — a fact made all the more unconscionable given my deep-rooted tree-hugging tendencies. And so, in a fit of patriotic fervour
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6.5 hours on a fishing boat earlier this week = 25% exhilaration, 50% boredom and 25% dazed, sun-burnished contentment. There’s something incredibly satisfying about going right to the source and getting the ingredients for dinner yourself. For too many of us, the industrialised food system has put huge distances
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A surprise cross-country trek.
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(They can't come soon enough.)
On hitting a wobbly.
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(Please don't tell the landlord.)
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I made a podcast! As part of my efforts to teach myself how to make audio (a guy’s gotta up-skill!), I’ve created ARCHIPELAGO — a series of island adventures for you to enjoy in your armchair. The first three episodes have dropped and are available wherever you get your
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And other burning questions
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Braving this brave new world.
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Welcome to the new normal.
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Hello from California Amidst rising coronavirus panic, a plunging stock market and an interminable, exhausting American election season, a recent a visit to Monterrey Bay Aquarium proved to be a much-needed tonic. I hung out with the African penguins (we compared notes on immigration, homesickness and Tito’s brave budget)