As I drove along, I became disoriented and light headed. It was if some cosmic force had struck, leaving the past and present side by side.
Pronto Soccorso
When I bent over in the narrow hotel bathroom to dry my leg, the last thing I expected was the searing pain that lit up my right buttock.
Bury Me Under The Yeti Village
This is not a happy piece about Los Angeles. This is about the city where I spent the five worst months of my life, where every day I sunk a little deeper into depression and alcoholism…
Dear NYC; Love, me
You are not haunted. You are not dead. Sure, gone is the tidal restless of E.B. White’s commuters, the “second” New York, but you’ve grown into your spaces.
Masters of Melody
African music may not be for everyone, but there is one undeniable fact that can be gleaned from listening to the music: the extraordinary musicianship.
VAN LIFE with the Critters
I had set out looking for a new place to call home, I needed more. I drove 7200 miles, all on rural backroads, exploring Colorado, Wyoming, Montana and Washington.
Wanderlust 