I never thought I was much of a souvenir-collector on my travels—and then while completing my ABCs of travel, I noticed my jewelry case. About half of my pieces were foraged from my mom’s 1970s jewelry box, and the rest were bought abroad—in markets,...
After a particularly bad-ass left-handed goal, I was given the nickname “Xtreme Xtine” as a rookie playing lacrosse at California State University, Chico. At the time, I was anything but extreme: despite my love of a sport that left me with a few...
Nothing in Australia went how I meant it to go. But, then again, I suppose it’s worked out better than I could have imagined. Either way, everyone said it would "change my life" (whatever that's supposed to mean--doesn't every day change your life?)...
I'll be offline--and sans chargers and my straightener!--this week as I camp across the Australian Outback with Nullarbor Traveller. Learn a bit more about my favorite travel memories while I'm gone, and forgive any delays in responding to comments,...
I always get a pang of envy when I see someone rubbing sunscreen on a partner’s back. It’s a simple gesture of intimacy, trust, utility. It’s a reminder that not only am I alone, I will also have a splotchy and sunburned upper back in a few hours...