Travel Diaries: Palm Springs
Traveling is my inner child’s time to shine. She and I are easily amused and fascinated by many things. Going to the airport means...
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Traveling is my inner child’s time to shine. She and I are easily amused and fascinated by many things. Going to the airport means...
The first journal entry of the year is me pleading with myself to “just do it. Please, just do it.” I don’t have responsibilities...
Christmas is my second favorite time of year, summer reigns supreme. I love Christmas trees, lights, store window displays, watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas! (1966)...
“D.C…. I love you.” The only regret of my Renaissance World Tour experience is that I only saw it live once. Fiscal responsibility won...
It’s my 33rd birthday, B(ri)’Day if you will. Music is a part of my daily routine, the majority of my waking hours have a soundtrack....
I am searching for words strong enough to express how I feel about sahn‘s debut album ‘the mornings’. Beautiful, touching, glorious, triumphant, are acceptable...
My purple Baboon to the Moon bag has a towel, knee pads, a notebook, grip aids, yoga blocks, and Pleaser heels in it. I’m...
“So we’re gonna heal, we’re gonna start again. You’ve brought the orchestra, synchronized swimmers, you are the magician. Pull me back together again the...