Here are my highlights...
"She loves being herself..."Read More
After being on my own, traveling Europe solo for 6 weeks, the biggest challenge was learning to be with / and loving to my self. Here's what I learned about his gem of a travel partner I took on the road 😉Read More
These British children know how to celebrate the Queen! This little collection of art + quotes will make your day!
Sooooooooo hilarious, so sweet, and so amazing.Read More
My trip to London was made epic by hanging out (and defying death on biclycle) with new international phenom circus troop, Cirque Alfonse.Read More
Real dragons, best cake ever, magical forest trails, no luggage. Check out my trip to Edinburgh, Scotland... I bet it will make you wanna take a trip xxxRead More
About that heartbreakRead More
My quick take on my quick visit to COPE. ;)Read More
When I drove passed this demonstration of love and solidarity, the tears erupted, I pumped my first out the window, cheered, honked like crazy, ran home for my camera, and returned to document. After an hour, I was asked to hold the far left corner of the rainbow pride flag. It felt good. Watching each swarm of cars pass, the extreme majority honked, cheered, flashed peace signs, and expressed positive gestures of camaraderie. One car rolled the window down to play John Lennon.
Love always wins.
A girlfriend, journalist Ashley Harrell, texted me at 11 am to go for a hike on the Florida Trail. I said 'let's,' threw my pack together (forgetting a mosquito net and propane tank) and suggested we turn the day excursion into an impromptu hammock-camp overnight. We started out on the Southern most point of the little known 1000+ mile trail that cuts the spine of the sunshine state. This diverse gem of South Florida wilderness is protected as a national preserve called "Big Cypress." In the midst of Seminole/Miccosukee territory, the drive into the preserve was marked with the bold colors of Red, Yellow, and Black of the Miccosukee nation that we later saw echoed in the large bright crickets of the area. Our first attempt on the trail reminded us of the quicksand the Princess Bride and we did see several R.O.U.S. (rodents of usual size). We changed location, celebrated terra firma, though dry wasn't a descriptive word of choice. We enjoyed the unusual hike, through ankle deep water (for which we were also unprepared), poitning at skimming crawfish, in awe of alien-esque air plants, loud vibrations of swamp buzzing, trees in peacock disguisses, and the kind of conversation only two half-Jewish-wonderlusting-ex-tom-boys can have. While I was clinching my tiedye hammock into a tight through the night, I slept quite well. And, despite the lack of propane... I welled up with pride as I utilized rusty Israeli scout skills and built a good 'ole fashion morning fire for poor-ladies' bulletproof coconut oil coffee. A unique and well-needed camp girl slumber party. Thank you Florida, thank you Pacha mama, thank you new friend, and thank you Israeli scouts, that coffee was legit.