Writing archive
New writing lives on Substack — essays, notes, and the conversations I’m having now. This page is the Vagabondess Blog Archive: articles published August 2012 through March 2024.
It seemed about time to talk about what I am currently doing for money “to pay the rent.” As previously mentioned, I have five jobs at the moment. It struck me recently that this one job may actually be pretty unhealthy for me.That job is waitressing.
Here’s how it came about:Yesterday, my friends invited me to an outdoor concert at Lincoln Peak Vineyard (about 3 miles north of Middlebury, VT). After a busy day at work, this seemed like the perfect way to spend my evening.
Snapshots of Living — an essay from Toby’s on-site writing archive, written before new work moved to Substack.
Waiting for the Invisible — an essay from Toby’s on-site writing archive, written before new work moved to Substack.
I’m back in Blogland.I think I have for some time now unconsciously defined The World as “that which is not here.” There is The World, and then there is Brookline, MA (my hometown). There is The World, and then there is Vermont (my current home).
“It’s like you’re doing the seventies, but in 2013,” my friend said, laughing as I posed in our Istanbul bedroom to display the luxurious dark hair flowing from my underarms.I twirled a strand thoughtfully. “They had a good thing going there.
I’ve had an exciting publication recently on Salon- led to a TV interview this morning with WGN: my foot in the door, one toe at a time!This will continue to be my personal travel blog, just as soon as I get traveling again.
On Going Home: belonging, departure, and what home means when your address keeps changing.
Three, Two, One, BUNGEE — an essay from Toby’s on-site writing archive, written before new work moved to Substack.
The fairy chimneys, as it turns out, were the name that the genius, or over-romantic imagination, of someone in Cappadocia’s tourism department assigned to the giant, fanciful (and often very phallic) rock formations that cover the landscape.
For the last six days I had the great pleasure of traveling with the beautiful, brilliant, best of friends, Alyssa Raven Thomas. What a welcome change from the repetitive (though largely enjoyable) pattern of spending my time with people who don’t know me.Just the highlights, then.
Paradise in Pictures — an essay from Toby’s on-site writing archive, written before new work moved to Substack.
Yes, she really does, and I will explain the recent series of events that have bolstered my belief in that statement. Three days ago I woke up at the Golden Fisth Guesthouse in Siem Reap, the developing Cambodian town twelve kilometers from Angkor Wat.
The hub of my front tire was bent at a worrisome angle. The brakes screeched so loudly they forgot to perform their intended function. The bell did not ring and my feet did not reach the ground, but paying 10,000 kp, or $1.
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