Communications Specialist, Storyteller
When I first arrive at the Hotel Rex for Weekday Wanderlust, an evening of wine and booze and writers extolling their amazing adventures around the world, I am unenthusiastic. I’ve been anxious for the last two days: I have offended …
My little shithole apartment in Maryland was being buried, inch by inch, in the frozen snow, until nothing was distinct or identifiable unto itself – not tree, or car, or front porch steps. Meanwhile, I thrust myself into the life …
This is going to be a long one – lots of ground and experiences to cover. I hope you stick around till the end. Who knew when I left Berkeley on Sunday morning to pick up my rental car …
All the anticipation and sleepless nights of the weeks leading up to this one, came crashing down on me on a dark, rainy day, fueled by a Mexican chocolate ice cream sandwich induced sugar coma. By 2pm, sleep was …
The air was fresh, a little damp, hinted at warmth as the sun began to peek out from behind the clouds that just hours before had delivered the steady rain that became my lullaby. A short walk later, I was …
Going to San Francisco for six weeks to attend Don George’s Travel Writing Intensive workshop, while still paying rent in Maryland seemed, at first, a somewhat foolhardy idea. Don and I brainstormed alternatives but came up empty and, as with …
7 Degrees, Funky Sunset, overweight bags on BART My sister and I are cut from the same cloth – the heavier the bed covers, the cozier we are in winter. And so it was when I was again, rudely …
Day 1 – Sunday, pack up self, pack up kitty, jam it all in car, head North to Michigan I have slept better than I usually do the night before a trip. Still, my usual morning routine of …
I am so excited and pleased to announce that I won my first award for my writing. It’s an Honorable Mention from the 84th Writer’s Digest Annual Competition. Be on the look out for it online!
When did we, as a society, decide that 10,000 choices at every turn was something we wanted? Isn’t life hard enough? I have an anxiety attack every time I have to order at Starbucks, for all the options there are. …