Amy Yuki Vickers

When I was a kid, I was so quiet that people regularly mistook me for deaf, mute, or...

One time I was backpacking in the Canadian wilderness, and I saw a pile of fresh bear dung...

If trying too hard were a place, then that’s where you’d find me. I try so...

I’m concluding my series on travel and relocation this week. I wanted to better understand the human...

So far in this series on travel and relocation, I’ve written about the advantages of leaving home,...

Dear Readers, As soon as I started this series on how travel and relocation add meaning to our...

There’s yelling outside of my Tokyo apartment. I look through my balcony door and two elderly people...

The year I’d entered the sixth grade, I’d just moved from southern California to central Wisconsin....

Over the weekend, my husband, Adam, and I went for a hike, and he asked me if I...

I can’t control what other people think or do. I can’t force them to recognize the...