Mountains are my second favorite place to be right after beaches — which is why I love Los Angeles because both are very accessible and some are so close to each other you can hit both in one day.
It has been seven months since my last plane ride. Seven. This about two months over my limit. I start to develop what I call “airplane separation anxiety.” My head gets fuzzy and I start daydreaming of all the places I’ve been, friends I haven’t seen, and beaches I’d like to pass out on. I understand why people are so afraid of flying, but I get this pure rush of excitement each time I simply check into my flight — which is just before the rush of disdain I feel towards the TSA… but that’s another story. Read more…
I believe human rights are for everyone — women, youth, minorities, persons with disabilities, indigenous people, the poor and marginalized. They are for people, like the child soldiers in Congo, who aren’t as fortunate to have support systems or outlets that let their voices be heard.
To say I simply “left” Orlando in 2009 would be an understatement. I freaking bolted.
“I think first and foremost, people only protect the things they love. And you can’t love something unless you inherently identify with it.”
Kris Tompkins, wife of American environmentalist and original co-founder of The North Face Doug Tompkins, was referring to the two million acres of land in Chile they’re preserving called Conservacion Patagonica.
I love what the Tompkins’ are doing and I’m on a mission to protect something, too – culture.
How many times, if at all, have you attended a convention or conference of any kind? If they’re anything like the ones I’ve been to, they’ve consisted of a lot of words, great dinners, and even better after-parties. All followed up with large amounts of coffee and five-hour energy’s the next day.
This month I was part of a summit, or conference. It was seventy-two hours stocked full of thought provoking, gut wrenching, heart opening, passionate, and educational conversations with some of the most beautiful people I have ever met.
How do you mend a broken heart? It seems like an age-old question, but a couch, four seasons of Mad Men, several king size packs of “Twix”, and maybe a week’s worth of Subway five-dollar foot longs seem to do the trick.
Yeah, I see you over there. Don’t judge me.