I am one of those people who generally follows the rule of only running if I am being chased — like by a gang of gorillas in Uganda or a troop of women at a Neiman Marcus sale when you are carrying the last pair of discounted Louboutin red soled shoes in size 7 1/2.
I'm not gonna lie, there was a few tears shed when my Arizona home hit the for-sale market. This was not a surprise since it took almost nine years for my husband and I to finally make the decision to list it, even though it sat vacant for a majority of that time.
Exactly seven months after I signed a book publishing contract with Skyhorse Publishing, the 76,456 word manuscript for Bucket List Adventures: 10 Incredible Journeys to Experience Before You Die has been turned over to the editors (1 minute before deadline!).
I walked into the back room of the coffee shop with butterflies in my stomach and a knot in my throat. How I would make it through this afternoon without completely breaking down was beyond me. Four of the sweetest children sat at one side of the table, and their mothers lined the other.
My wife and I are deep into planning our current quest—to spend a year traveling Europe, essentially LIVING our bucket list. With such a massive (and sometimes overwhelming!) goal, it’s easy to get caught up in the minor details.
The first time I was traveling in Costa Rica I rented a surf board on the beach of Tamarindo determined to learn to surf, with absolutely no prior experience. There was [...]
I woke up the morning of my birthday and my first thought was "Holy Sh*tballs I'm 45". Let the midlife crisis begin. Then, after rubbing my eyes and realizing that [...]
After an adventurous day horseback riding, hiking and rappelling down a 100 foot waterfall in the Costa Rican jungle, I was looking forward to nothing more than lounging around Blue Osa Yoga Retreat's Pool with a fruity cocktail. That thought lasted a mere ten minutes, until someone mentioned baby turtles.
Heading to a yoga retreat in Costa Rica frightened and excited me all at the same time. The intimidating part was that it had been over a year since I had practiced any yoga; my mat was getting dusty in the back of the closet and my downward dog looked more like a lazy cat stretching.
Nothing could have prepared me for a visit to an African orphanage. Nothing. Kibowa Orphanage is on the outskirts of downtown Arusha, hidden down a bumpy dirt road and painted [...]