In 1986 I journeyed every weekend from my regular job in Dallas down to a four-room rented shack on 400 acres, an hour away, in a part of...

I stood on what felt like the edge of the earth. Which it was, in a way. Cusp of terra firma. Beyond, nothing but sea and sky. I’d hiked...

It’s fifteen past the hour and a handful of tiny trills emanates from the gingerbread structure down the hill. I’m close enough to...

My parents enjoyed gardening. The nearest nursery was in another small town 13km away. As a child I’d get loaded into the family car when...

We landed at Karachi’s Jinnah International Airport at 2am. The airport had only one terminal and at that hour things were quiet. Our...

I’m a planner. Always have been. I keep lists and lists within my lists. I covered one kitchen wall with chalkboard paint to accommodate...

“Chai khordi?” asked Khanum Poshti, inquiring whether I’d had tea during another slow afternoon in Farhang Markaz Maslakh. Focusing on...

We met them on an unpaved mountain road in the Safed Koh range, an ill-defined area of 15% inhabited features like small farms,...

In La Candelaria neighborhood of Bogotá, the graffitied walls demand. Plead. Mock. Laugh.Hallucinate. Insist. Never have walls had so...

Six months before you died of leukemia we arrived, defying medical advice, insomnious in Edinburgh airport on the red-eye from Chicago....

Mick, Pat, me: 1962 Behind Mick’s house was a park with the usual poorly maintained play equipment which on an annual basis accounted for...

By my fifth afternoon in Pattaya City sunshine has tattooed the exposed layers of my skin. Shadows created by metallic hotels and palm...

The police had closed Tiger Leaping Gorge for four days due to inclement weather. This was my last chance to do the walk before flying...

Lauren Alex O'Hagan Cork, Ireland, July 2022 In July, I went on a pilgrimage. A pilgrimage to the Emerald Isle. Cork City, to be precise....

Poem by Oluwasegun Kuforiji This is a journey we'll embark on, we'll both thread on the perky roads with our bare feet, alone as we...

Padre Island, Texas, 2022: It is New Year’s Day, chilly and blustery, the kind of beach day bordering on miserable. I am ready to leave,...

I live in Maine, a perfectly nice place. One of the more picturesque entities in the United States, with acres of uninhabited land, an...

In April 1925 the British explorer Percy Fawcett, his son Jack and Jack’s friend Raleigh Rimell left Cuiaba, a frontier town in the...

After a long, humid wait, a tray-backed truck appeared with squawking chickens in a wire cage on the back. The tiny driver jumped out...

People are absent from my photographs. Can’t take them. And if I did, I would be doing them a disservice. Them or more likely the...