With half a foot of mud stuck to the bottom of my Wellies, a plastic, pink Dollar Store tablecloth tied around my head to keep rain out of my eyes, and a faux bear fur keeping me warm with the help of the tutu I’d been wearing all day and…

A few days ago, before I stood, before I opened my right eye, before I checked to see if the sun made it through the clouds and blinds, a man on my Instagram screamed, “shame on you!” He’s disappointed in me for using my “platform to talk about racism when…

Like most things in my life, this tour, now affectionately called the Treat Yo’self to Self-Care Tour, was not planned. That’s mostly due to my inability to plan anything really. I’m on a train somewhere in central Italy, headed toward the port town of Ravenna to board a ship and…

I borrowed a sleeping bag that had long lost its full comfort, but would do well on soft sand. I tried gaining full access to that part of my brain storing 7th through 10th grade Spanish lessons, and sent a prayer out for Ms. Saunders and Mr. Veerhoff, wherever they…

Norman, a great friend, unquenchable foodie, and hundred-proof photographer from the Philippines, says, “you know the soul of a country by eating its street food.” …

Every March, I fly to Charlottesville, Virginia to see my hematologist in the Emily Couric Cancer Center because she wants to make sure I’m fine and I wanna make sure I won’t die in a Spanish Gothic Quarter with fartons in my hand. Again. Because I tell her everything that’s…

The last few years saw a BOOM in Black [American] folks trekking the planet and it’s simply amazing! Especially since so many of us were raised in households where “don’t do that or you’re gonna end up in a ditch” so often poured from the mouths of our mothers, grandmothers…

Staring at my third passport from across the room, I realize I’ve been quite a few places with plenty of folks and so many of those foreign lands, daring adventures, and people were absolutely incredible. But every so often, I’d end up in beautifully…

While we’re waiting to get back to the days where we’re grabbing our bags from the conveyor belt in a country new to our eyes, then fighting our way through the slew of insisting and aggressive taxi drivers to run to the other side of the highway to catch the…