Travel Journal: My fancy Harrods afternoon, darling.

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Everywhereness.

The loudest I ever heard God was on a train. Alone in the open doorway of an empty railcar with my feet on the platform, waiting for the last train home. From a distance I must've looked sad. A thin girl with bright orange hair. Staring. Shivering. Smoking. My longtime ex-boyfriend and even-longertime ex-best-friend were five …

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Day Tripper: A Beatlemaniac in Liverpool: The End.

This is so depressing. Where: La Madeline, Houston, Texas. When: 10:22 a.m. Drink: Bold French Roast, half & half, 2 packets raw sugar I'm so in denial. Packing up to drive home this morning, I couldn't bare the thought of it being over. IT being our trip to Liverpool. Six glorious sparkling champagne-colored Beatle-filled days. …

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Day Tripper: A Beatlemaniac in Liverpool Day ONE.

My bestie and I travelled 4,739 miles from Texas to Liverpool to celebrate birthdays, friendship, and a mutual lifelong love of the best band in the history of the universe ever. (Ever ). We regressed to silly, giggling, (occasionally) weeping teenagers in that cold, rainy, pulsing city and it was AWESOME. For 6 days I …

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Residual Energy: Beneath a London Pub.

One of my weirdest run-ins with the Other Side happened in London, 2000. I still don't know how to classify it. Nothing like it's happened since. What makes it super odd is that the SAME thing happened to my mom when she visited in early 2001. In the exact same spot. A whole year later. And I …

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