Springtime Madness #Madrid

Spring is here for real this time. Flowers have burst into full bloom all over the place, along with all the allergies.

Good Aural

It’s November now! I’m not really sure what that means in terms of this epically terrible year, other than, of course, a new month moving on by. I’m sitting here in my llama onesie, consciously not paying attention to the news coming from the States. Here in Spain, we are under a curfew while the covid numbers…

Provence, (Marseille) Day 1

On the road, I wake up early. Not sure why, it’s just a thing that happens. My eyes open at 5 something and I can’t go back to sleep. I was so excited that the bakery a few steps from our Airbnb opened at six. I got dressed and brushed my teeth extra slow to…

Best of 2018, My Version

Among all that foolishness out there in the world, I was determined to find some good things about the past year. Which is why I’ve made a list of some of my personal bests of 2018.

Holiday Hate, Holiday Love (and Madrid)

I used to hate Christmas and the holiday season in general. Every time November rolled around and that damn turkey came out, I turned into the Grinch, Grumpy Cat, and Maleficent all rolled into one. Obviously, without the cool outfits. I know the exact reason too. I’m nothing if not aware of my own traumas…

Cuba on the Fly

For me, Havana was an interesting mixture of the vibrant now and haunting remnants of a glorious past.

Namibia was incredible…

There isn’t a lot I can say about the country without gushing except I wish I’d spent more time there. The decision to go was a last minute one after a camping trip in South Africa fell through. A hidden blessing. The Namib Desert was amazing! Such beauty stretched out to make me feel both…

Renewal – A Writing Retreat in Jamaica

Jamaica is where Bliss was born. I don’t mean just the character from my bestselling debut novel of the same name, but also the book itself. Although I wrote Bliss in the United States, the inspiration for its character and places, its emotion and its conflicts, all came from Jamaica. The book isn’t about an…

Of Tampon Strings and Phlegm

Today is my last beach day, or at least it should/could be. I’ve been debating whether or not to get up early tomorrow to watch the sunrise then catch a quick dip before heading to the airport. In the last couple of days, I’ve been besieged by a cold and a period, dread enemies of…