As a teenager, Stephanie Xenos hid every single dollar she earned in and around her bedroom. The self-professed money-hoarder was obsessed with saving at such a young age and credits …
I left my dream job for the Eastern Sierras and I’d do it again
Most people I know would never do what we did; drop everything, leave a stable, foreseeable future for an adventure. Would I do it all again? Yes. Ask me any day …
I Believe in Nashville
Laura Brown is a thirty-something sign language interpreter living in Nashville. Food and wine are her love languages, and her dog, Maisie, is her ride or die. Follow along as …
Lost Girl: Writing to Find Myself
Lost Girl is a dedicated SOLO’er mapping her way through her 30s. She’s writing to you anonymously as she asks refreshingly honest questions about life… perhaps a little too honest. …
Mentryville: A Southern California Relic
By: Ursula Rudorfer There’s something that incites reflection about being around old structures. Something that was there before you, made by people that aren’t around anymore. Possibly to stay there after you’re gone, …
A quandary in Paris
By: Ursula Rudorfer “We don’t have to get married. We can be like the Europeans, staying together forever without tying the knot. Even having children!” We’d been together for almost five …
Annie Mac takes Portugal
By: Anne McPherson I’ve been fortunate to have a career where I’ve been able to see the world and travel to some of the most fascinating places. My routes have …
San Sebastian > Biarritz > Bordeaux
One of my all-time favorite road trips was a memorable drive up San Sebastián’s coastline through Biarritz to Bordeaux. And of course, I’m craving another one before the summer ends! …
Do what you love, always
Ultimately, my hopes are that sharing my travels contributes to a constructive dialogue of how a strong feminine perspective plays into culture, space, and identity. But it’s even more important …
Good ol’ Girl Time in Zanzibar
These young women were so engaged in conversation that they didn’t notice when I slowly approached them for a picture. A nosy photographer, screaming school children, and a jam-packed bazaar …