The year was 1993, and there I was, takin’ a bath with my seven-year-old toes pokin’ through the suds like miniature icebergs. The stress of second grade was no match for a hot soak, so that particular evening, I decided to max my relax by bringing a book into the tub. ...
As briefly mentioned in my introduction post, I recently returned from a lengthy international backpacking trip. For seven beautiful months I traded business casual for dirt-bag chic and enjoyed what I like to think of as one long and glorious lunch …
Internet introductions have never been my strong suit. Without a warm handshake and a cold beverage, the cyber meet and greet can often feel distant and unsatisfying. As the newest WanderBlogger in the neighborhood, it’s my instinct to knock on your screens with a nervous smile and a plate of …
