Go to the Woods
Through my tears, I strapped on the hiking shoes I wore on our last hike together – untouched since that day – and headed to Seneca Creek State Park, a nook of Mid-Atlantic flora and fauna amid the Maryland suburban …
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Rules of Riding a Snow Machine in Alaska
I know you’re thinking how hard can it be, especially if someone else is driving? Let me tell you how to ride a snow machine (that’s Alaskan for snowmobile) with your Alaskan boyfriend, who has somehow managed to never have …
Layers of Nepal – Kathmandu Chaos
The airport in Kathmandu is a microcosym of the world outside it, a calm prelude by comparison to what lies in store beyond its walls. There’s this buzz, people everywhere you look. Lots of waiting, not unlike any airport you’ve …
Freelancing is Very Sexy – Mostly Not
Being a freelance writer is very sexy – very seldom. It was a career decision that could not have been predicted. Neither was the internship at the State Department, the year I spent in Austria, or deciding that I was …
This Community – MY Community
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 …
Snowzilla, Green Canyons & Flamenco
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 …
Broken Wheels, Zombies, Wine & a Wacko
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 and …
And Then She Came to a Screeching Halt
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 …
Road to Travelwriter – Hummingbirds, Pig Bodies & Bolognese
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 …
Road to Travelwriter – Discomfort and Mexican Chocolate
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 …