Not even the most vivid recollection could mask the smell, the stillness, the power of the Sahara desert which stretched around me like orange waves in every direction.
One Night in the Sahara
WHAT THE ANIMALS TAUGHT ME: Stories From Sugarfield Farm
The first thing I learned after Pony left was that farmers don't have time for banjos and that the hard day's work never ends. The language you learn to speak with the animals doesn't stop being spoken when the sun goes down. No matter the hour, each quack, cluck, whinny or bleat has to be analyzed and answered to.
The Cookie
That’s the powerful thing about love. It may not come to you the way you want or from the people you want or exactly when you want, but love will always come. The only control you have is whether or not to see it.
Two Weeks Notice: A Letter About Returning Home
Today is an important day. It marks my six month anniversary with traveling. Ironically, today I am also handing in my two weeks notice. Fourteen short days from now I will be fastening my seatbelt in the airplane that will fly me back to the Land of the Free (bathrooms). Of course, I'm a whirlwind of... Continue Reading →
Travel Like Bird 