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In Lieu of Maternity Leave: Leaving the Country
When you are a massage therapist, you are bestowed with a lot of contemplative time (unfortunately accompanied by a pan flute soundtrack). Most often I have five to six hours of uninterrupted reflection a day as my hands navigate chronically irritated muscles, scar tissue, non-turning necks and stubborn low backs. In between hypertonic hamstrings and quads (and [...]
Central American Correspondent: Guest Blogger & My Kid Sister–Kiley Torti!
Oh, how I love to razz my sister about her angst-filled teenagehood. The days when she was so cross-armed miserable if there wasn’t a souvenir shop or outlet mall scheduled into our day. She HATED nature. Loathed it. Rolled her eyes at my mom’s carefully researched itinerary of everglades, whale-watching, breeding grounds and biosphere reserves. [...]
A Beach Called Vicarious
And sometimes in February, you find yourself on a random Thursday night, trolling through old vacay photos, counting the sleeps until your itinerary of concentrated beach naps, sizzling in the sun, recreational reading, swizzle-stick drinks and sunset observation. We’ll be in Belize for the next three weeks and I thought you might enjoy a vicarious [...]
The Best Places I Slept This Year
Overheard conversations went something like this: “It’s snowing, INSIDE our room!” “Do you want to have the camel stew in our room, or on the terrace?” “What if we put the roasted marshmallows between the peanut butter granola bars?” The best hotels we slept in this year were as opposite as the temperatures and [...]
The Year of My Content
Cat crap coffee. Worms and lime Jell-o. Eggy burps and frog legs. Boy/goat oral sex. Derriere facials. These are actual “search terms” that people have used, and in turn, have been directed to my blog because of. I will blame (and credit) my Africa posts for the landslide of readers wanting to learn more about [...]
Dream On
It happens every night, like clockwork. Because, it is clockwork. I have the circadian rhythm of a vampire who had an affair with a night owl. I should be a bartender, or a shift worker of some sort. I feel like I am just waking up around dusk. It’s something that I have fought against [...]
