Travel, My Choice of Running Shoes
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.” – Martin Buber I am a runner. I don’t mean this in the marathon or athlete sort of way, but… Continue reading
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.” – Martin Buber I am a runner. I don’t mean this in the marathon or athlete sort of way, but… Continue reading
On an overcast day at Moss Landing, the seagulls fly low and fast over the water, flocking together in the wind. It’s been raining intermittently, and as much of a pathetic fallacy… Continue reading
Today marks a year since I departed on my grandest adventure thus far: a career break that took me across three continents, four months, five countries, and countless cities. As this year comes… Continue reading
My name is Caroline, and I’m a lush. (“Hi Caroline” echoes the imaginary room.) At least, I used to be one. During many a recent dinner, I’ve been called out for not drinking… Continue reading
No, I haven’t eloped with a tall, dark, and handsome man in some exotic country. (I did receive a few casual marriage proposals though…does that count?) As spontaneous as I am, and as… Continue reading
I was called a mushball today. Well, there goes my reputation. It’s not like I was ever an emotionless robot or anything, but “sentimental” and “delicate” are probably not the first adjectives people… Continue reading
It’s gone! My hair…it’s all gone! Well, not all of it. Just 12 inches. Just one foot. Just 30.48 centimeters. Surprisingly, the sudden snip-snip-snip wasn’t as painful as I thought it would be.… Continue reading