Read This Book: Vacilando

Vacilando is a lighthearted and artful account of a transformative month I spent in Morocco in 2014. What started as a blog turned into a long essay, and then morphed into a compilation of vignettes amounting to a book. I self-published it because, well, that’s what we do these days. The stories within Vacilando will make you laugh, maybe even cringe. One reader told me it made her cry. If you like feeling things, this might be a good go for you. Each chapter starts with a relevant drawing I made in lieu of taking photographs. I find that spending time…

A Month in Morocco (Final Entry): My Foreign Home

I asked the shop owner if she wouldn’t mind explaining the significance of the Portuguese rooster motif. She locked her arms on the checkout counter and leaned forward, eyeballing me over her glasses. “Yes, I would mind. It’s a stupid story. If you really want to know, it’s on a poster in the corner. Have at it.” I read it, and she was right. As I walked back to the counter she asked if I was American and with a wink told me she liked that Americans don’t leave our soap at home. Her name was Paula, and we ended…

A Month in Morocco: Problems Simplifying

For the past few days my body has made it clear that I’m stressed-out. Yesterday I started developing a canker sore and this morning I woke up with a sore jaw, likely caused by grinding teeth. Whenever I sit down my foot shakes. And I’m also a little constipated. Just like a bad poker player, I’m totally predictable. I can’t hold back my tells. In my current state I’m nothing but a losing bet. As I run through my second practice-pack up, I realize that my good camera, my Canon Rebel, might possibly be too big for my new brand-new,…