I went on vacation and all I brought back was this lousy blog post.

This is a short story about an otter and a woman and is purely fictional (for the most part).

Let’s meander together down a path of discovering why traveling alone is worth the concentration and the solitude. And how that path might just lead you back home.

A childhood home is more than a structure. It is a holding place of thoughts and feelings, of small things that become big. Moving on is hard but worth the realization of what you had.

While I hope that finishing grad school is not the pinnacle of my life, I certainly am excited to be done, and frankly, a little surprised at myself. Thus, I’d like to share a little something on growing in confidence.

A short story examining the runaway trains of our minds and how social media only adds fuel to the locomotive's fire.

A Big Move can teach you a lot, if you let it. Embrace change with simple steps to acclimate in a new environment.

Dining alone turns out to be a sublime sensory experience, plus you get your own bread basket. I got to know my five senses while inhaling, er, politely enjoying a Ruth's Chris steak.

Coffee, donuts and an anthropology lesson to go, please.