Confused on where we are? I’m taking this moment while my travels are grounded to catch up on my black hole of un-blogged content. Here, I’m picking up on my trip to Bali in March 2017. My apologies for any confusion with the timeline, and thanks for sticking with me. Though it would have been almost…

The single raindrop never feels responsible for the flood. — Douglas Adams While I was working on the next post in my backlogged roundup queue, it occurred to me that there was one event I kept circling back to again and and again, something that had stopped me in my tracks but that I’d never written about…

No matter what happens, I’ll still be me. That’s the mantra I calmed myself with in the days leading up to November 8, 2016. Overall, for me, it was a time filled with joy and excitement and pride. But occasionally, dark thoughts crept in. And when they did, it centered me to focus inward in those…

Since I started my little “Total Travel Disasters” series, I’ve highlighted travel meltdowns in which I was, more or less, an unwitting victim. Getting screwed with a broken camper rental. Being targeted by a bed and breakfast tyrant. Finding ourselves on the wrong side of a battle with a rental car in Britain. This post is…

I still believe in paradise. But now at least I know it’s not some place you can look for. Because it’s not where you go. It’s how you feel for a moment in your life when you’re a part of something. And if you find that moment… it lasts forever. — The Beach In retrospect, it’s…

I write to you today from Boracay, where I’ve traveled to a different country to spend the week dressing up like a mermaid, to tell you about a time I flew to the desert to see some painted rocks. Seven Magic Mountains has been on my radar since it first went up in the Ivanpah Valley…