BLOG: I Am Not A Spy!

Sunday? I think? The days are different here. Hong Kong hours are like… normal hours here, plus London Time, plus New York City time, plus Chicago time, plus San Francisco time. It’s like every day here is really the equivalent of a day and a half. I was feeling this...Read More

STORY: Betsey in Faerie Land

Once upon a time, there was a single woman in her mid 30’s who decided to leave her shitty life behind and finally live her lifelong dream of working and living abroad. First, she went to the Paris Writing Workshop. There she realized her vision of writing in a cramped...Read More

SCRIPT: Under Surveillance

Disclaimer: This Story is a Work of Fiction, Except for the Parts that Aren’t. -- EXT: Daytime -- A busy street in Bangkok, Thailand. A short man with dark hair and a designer messenger bag strapped to his chest hops on a scooter and takes off across town. The scenery...Read More

SCRIPT: High School Reunion

Betsey has recently been invited to the ten-year-reunion at her public high school. In spite of the fact that she switched to private school halfway though, she still grew up with all of these people and wanted to see them again. Unfortunately, the scheduled date is inconvenient for anyone whose...Read More

STORY: The House of Ill-Repute

Somewhere in the remote desert of Nevada, I passed a sign for the infamous Moonlite Bunny Ranch. I was pleasantly surprised to stumble upon the world-famous brothel. In fact, I had already encountered it twice before on my journey. First, as the subject of a documentary I watched in my...Read More

STORY: The Haunted Highway

ROSEBUD, SOUTH DAKOTA -- Sometime after midnight, I passed over into the Rosebud Reservation. The Pow Wow music had long since faded into static and the stars the only source of light on the road. Highway 18 spans the southern length of South Dakota and passes through three Indian reservations....Read More

STORY: Jancita Eagle Deer

The sun was just beginning to set as I rolled into the reservation. I stopped at the gas station to refill my tank, taking a moment to study my surroundings. Traffic whizzed through the intersection. A family of four piled into an old station wagon with Pow Wow gear stashed...Read More