It’s easy becoming downtrodden with all the news in the world. It’s understandable to become immobilized with fear. Fear of violence, fear of being detained in a foreign land, and all-around fear of being in the wrong place at the wrong time are all valid […]
Salvation Mountain is the entrance to the last free city in America, Slab City. And it’s epic. It’s colorful, fun, random, and religious. It’s everything I like to think of myself aside from the religious part. If Webster’s Dictionary were a picture book, Salvation Mountain […]
We’re like well-oiled machines. Once neglected, we’re rendered useless. We are reduced to rust, squeaking until someone mutters, “Better get some WD-40.” We need to feel wanted and useful. We need to feel like we have a purpose. Sometimes that purpose accommodates others and sometimes […]
When I learned that there was a lawless town in Southern California, inhabited by a diverse group of hippies, drug addicts, and other eccentric types, I naturally wanted to experience it firsthand. A little over three hours southeast of Los Angeles, Slab City, dubbed the […]
Growing up, my maternal grandmother’s potato salad was one of the sides I would look forward to the most at family barbecues. It was delicious and had that wholesome, homemade taste you can’t find in a restaurant. Trader Joe’s packaged potato salad comes pretty damn […]
My name is Linds and I’m a pescetarian. I have been for seven and a half years as of 2017. When the idea first occurred to me, I wondered could I do it? Am I strong enough? Will it bring on health problems? I’m already […]
Find a penny, pick it up. All day long, you’ll have good luck! Or, you can go on a penny date! That’s precisely what I did this morning after being unable to settle on a place to eat for breakfast and not wanting the endless […]
There’s something about the mountain air that smells so right. A hike through California’s Inyo National Forest is always a pleasant reminder that somewhere in my soul, I am home. It’s a sacred place where the bluest, clearest skies marry snow-capped summits dotted in ponds […]
Grief and loss go hand in hand. I never would have imagined I’d lose both of my parents at the very young age of twenty-six. I grew up financially poor living in one of the wealthiest counties in America in one of the lower-income neighborhoods […]
“La borracha (drunk woman)!” Greg jokingly shouted after my locally brewed beer crashed to the floor of the Peru Rail train. The train conductor opened his door adjacent to our front-row seats to see what the commotion was. He chuckled at Greg’s false accusations. The […]
