Let’s be clear. Being freelance isn’t necessarily easier. — Sure, working for yourself might sound like a dream. But it’s not as simple as it sounds. It is a lot of work, a constant slog, and never-ending hustle. And it can get exhausting. …

I conducted a rigorous two-day test so you don’t have to —

Get these travel essentials and stay safe on your next trip! — No matter how tough or experienced a traveler you may be, it never hurts to take along some key travel safety accessories for backup support. Especially us women+ who are statistically more likely to face situations where that backup would come in very handy. Hey there’s no shame in it…

A theme park poem about the Happiest Place on Earth — Once upon a time I went to the Happiest Place on Earth and fell in love with every inch of its wonder and worth Now I go back all the time to relive that happy day and feel like a kid again or ‘Disney adult’ as we say As we…

A theme park poem about Six Flags Magic Mountain — How do I love thee Thrill Capitol of the World Let me count all the ways you make my heart awhirl Stepping through your entrance, I feel such a blend Of grateful and gleeful to be here once again I make a beeline for the back of the park Where I’ve…

A theme park poem about Universal Studios Hollywood — Here we come a wizarding Among this magical world Riding thrills and casting spells And feeling my heart awhirl Exploring the secrets of The Forbidden Journey inside Or soaring on a Hippogriff On a brief but gripping ride It’s the closest thing to being A student at Hogwarts school Hanging with Harry…

A small poem about dreaming big —

A poem written while stuck circling on a plane waiting to land — This seat I am in Its fraught feels the same While I’m stuck in one spot Aboard this damn plane If ground could be ta’en Or simply sustained In some artificial way As to prevail this plane I might find myself Less acquainted with pain And less likely to be Pawn to the…

A poem about the will to keep going… —

A poem dreaming of an old forgotten place… —

I remember the first time I went to a movie by myself. It was December 14, 2010 and it was an experiment; a social experiment. Except this time I wasn’t analyzing how people interact or how I interact with other people, but quite the opposite. I was trying to uncover…

Well okay. Yes. We all know I am crazy-mad… but that’s beside the point. Today, and for the last several days, I’ve been angry-mad. Like peeved off at the world and all the annoying people in it-mad. Like how can there be this many stupid people in the world-mad. …

Man, I feel good. Like really good. It’s pretty hard to believe, but maybe all I needed was one awesome weekend throwing my body down a mountain of snow to finally wake up and see it. Life doesn’t have to be that complicated. I’m sure some will think I’m talking…

A silly poem written on the trek back… —

Don’t be afraid to set and enforce your boundaries! — As we women+ know all too well, it can be very hard to set and enforce our boundaries… and not just when we’re facing violence and sexual assault. We’ve been conditioned by society to believe that we are acting “rude” or “bitchy” whenever we speak up for ourselves or try…

A poem about the burdens and benefits of being a nomad — This feeling of being too free Can one have too much of nowhere Wishing for what I most fear The people I hold most dear And a home to call my own If it isn’t here, where could it be And do I need it anywhere What do I even want it…

A poem about the true meaning of courage — Brave here be who find the courage Brave be when not feeling brave Brave be you who long to flourish and found no stumble yet can stave Bravery has long since found its Bravest be those not brave at all and time well tested into habits raises highest those down to fall…

A poem about my increasing desire to run… —

A poem about one woman’s fight for her… —

A poem about the life of a vagabond — I’ve always been a drifter Even long before I knew I’d always find joy and laughter In the daring and the new But what I could never capture The ever illusive dream How others find contentment Standing still amidst a stream For me the ever flowing Calls me ever onward down Life’s…