Wine has been part of the human story since before we’ve been writing. Before papyrus, before cuneiform. Wine as we know it—from fermented grapes—might have come from fertile farmlands between the Black and Caspian seas, where grapevines climbed trees from Turkey through the ancient city of Yerevan in Armenia to northern Iran. Grapevines are integral […]Read More
All those grains of sand rushing towards us at 32 feet per second, per second. They whisper together, inform us that they’re solid: a barrier erected long ago well out of memory’s reach not by hands but by the coincidental workings of accident and the Laws of Nature. I tell you we’ll pass right through […]Read More
Even for Blythe, California, I looked like rough trade: eyes glazed, hands shaking, smeared lipstick. The cool breeze on my way into the Starbucks didn’t do much to relieve my shock, but the caffeine—reliable as hell—snapped me back into my body. Just under 20 miles before the Lovekin exit— “911 operator, what’s your emergency?” “I […]Read More