Well after people get over the fact that I’m hardly home (but always reppin’), they ask, as a nomad, how … More
“Another round?” Shamelessly, I wanted to visit with Enrique again and of course claim my 3rd glass of his velvety port. ”Guapa. You are having fun?” Call me guapa one more time, I thought mischievously. “Yes! And I’m going dancing with you tonight!” His eyes widened as he smiled. “Bryan me invita!” I explained in my broken Spanish.
On a solo retreat, when my private grotto became a lipsync stage. Enjoying the breeze and Rihanna’s Love on the Brain in Jamaica.
We were seated in a bustling bar in midtown Atlanta only a couple hours after my flight landed. Publik, it … More
Its been a little over 30 days since I began writing on this platform…. Now, more than 30 posts later, … More
In Buenos Aires, the doors took hold of my attention and then in Madrid, the resemblance of ornate doorways made … More
In early February, I received a notification for an Instagram “like” from an account I had never heard of. Upon … More
After a long day’s journey through the sites of Mardrid, the sun was low in the sky as I stumbled … More