I haven’t quite found the words over the last week. I’ve been trying to find my voice, figure out what it is that I’m supposed to share with you all. There is so much personal stuff going on – ups and downs, changes, deaths, and […]
I said goodbye to George, my furbaby boy of nine years this past Monday morning, after complications related to a dental cleaning procedure. I could get into all the medical mumbo jumbo, but I’d rather not. It was a tragic accident and suffice it to […]
On Tuesday, September 11th, 2001, I was sitting, ironically enough, in U.S. History class during my junior year of high school. We received news of the first plane hitting one of the Twin Towers. It was in the following period, art class, that I watched […]
Two days before the event, I learned about Sunstock. A college friend and I had plans to meet for dinner in Pasadena Saturday, September 9th. After learning about the second annual completely solar-powered event promoting environmental and social justice, we changed our plans. Held at […]
I’ve had a few people recently inquire how I plan my trips, specifically how I find some of the lesser-known places to visit, the off the beaten path travel, if you will. I’ve briefly touched upon this, but I’m going to elaborate a bit. *Disclaimer: […]
A few weeks ago, I traveled to the fork in the road. Located in Pasadena, California, Bob Stane and Ken Marshall created an eighteen-foot tall wooden fork at a small plot in the middle of St. John Avenue, Pasadena Avenue, and Bellefontaine Street. This fork […]
I injured my face two days ago. I plowed right into a thin piece of plywood hanging out the back of someone’s pickup truck. I’m fortunate it wasn’t my eye. My injuries could have been worse. I’m pretty sure this wasn’t a mere freak accident […]
I’ve been trying to do things I’ve never done before and/or that make me initially uncomfortable. I got my ass kicked in a Buti yoga class this evening. It was my first and it won’t be my last. I’ve always loved regular yoga, so this wasn’t […]
My first impression of Cusco, Peru was the vibrancy of color underneath partly cloudy skies. Coca tea leaves were being handed out in the airport and a man holding a big, white sign with my name scrawled across it in black letters followed closely behind. […]
