My (Love) Life: Baggage Claim and Layovers
The problem with dating a man who is gluten free (and who has promised to come over one Friday to help you hand out Halloween candy…
El Tiempo in El Salvador’s Colonial Suchitoto
There is something wrong. I know we were supposed to be at the patio for breakfast by 7:00am, and I know I’m at the right patio…
El Salvador: There are No Bathrooms in the Mangroves
El Salvador, 2015: It’s our first day out of San Salvador and between the drive down to the coast, the boat ride through the mangrove forest…
Press Trip Quandaries: How Much Luggage is Too Much?
As soon as I get to Houston I start scanning the departure gate for people who look like press. Being that this is my first press…
Blues Dancing, or Why I Need Tequila
I never to go to bars by myself and I never do tequila shots but its 10:00pm on Friday night, about 12 hours before I have…
Continued Misadventures in Garter Belt-Wearing
My pre-departure shopping list includes, amongst other things, pepper spray and thigh high stockings. (Go ahead. Before we get to the funny part of this story,…
When You’re Almost 30, It’s Time to Leap
So I’m in the shower, thinking (it’s where I do my best thinking), when I realize I haven’t heard anything from the editor for the last…
Writing Wednesday: To Blog Anonymously or Under Your Real Name?
Last week, I received an email from one of my “longtime readers.” I know this not because I have some sort of sophisticated tracking device set…
The Importance of Being Curtained
I’m pretty sure my new neighbors think I’m a lesbian. They haven’t said anything to me directly but there have been whispers, apparently, that my dad…
Are You a Vacuum or a Washing Machine?
I don’t know much about washing machines. Or slop sinks for that matter. Or why there is a hose that looks like it belongs to a…
It’s Passport Time
Several years ago, back when I was taking my work as a writer a bit more seriously, I went to a conference for travel bloggers in…
The Indoor Picnic (And Why I’ve Stopped Hating My Life)
The day after I close on my house, I invite some of my closest girlfriends over for an indoor picnic. (From a marketing standpoint, “indoor picnic”…
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