Tag: Independent Women

In Love on a Layover: a travel romance novella

This is my first novella. I will be publishing each chapter, as its written, online. Please download for free and enjoy. CHAPTER ONE (posted on 11May) Chapter Two (21May) Chapter Three (25May) Chapter Four (TBA) Chapter Five (TBA) Thanks for joining me 🙂

To Be ___________ in America

I bet you like that flag,
Blue-blooded lover of a guns,
Oh how beautifully, it waves for you.
Should I keep running this race while tied to a tree?
Seeing my peers pass me up never acknowledging their head start.
So focused on their privilege,
I forgot whats special about me.

Being 20-Something

Now that the big 3-0 is almost here, Im waiting to exhale from mostly escaping the frustrating agist stereotypes of our society. I look in the mirror, still seeing my 18 year old appearance, but knowing there’s so much more underneath. I see a living testament to the mind being your most powerful God-given asset. You will become what you believe.

Moving into Miami Monday Only to Evacuate Tuesday!

I’ve lived in Miami for all of 5 minutes and it’s time to evacuate. So here I am, sitting in a Tallahassee airport at 3am writing about Miami instead of enjoying it. And of course I can’t think about Miami without thinking about my time in Cuba. [click the link for more]

How to Establish Stability as a Nomad

Well after people get over the fact that I’m hardly home (but always reppin’), they ask, as a nomad, how I will ever establish a sense of stability? After a little over a year, I’ve encountered thousands of people, many languages, various cultures and a rainbow of different outlooks on life. Travel became my addiction

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To My Future Husband, Wherever You Are

“To My Future Husband, 
Wherever You Are, 
I Know Who You Are
Because God has shown me who I am.
You are the only one who can handle…..” [click link to continue]

WanderLust (or Love), a Curly-American Walks into a Spaniard Bar… (Segunda Parte)

“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.

(Video) How I Celebrated “the 20th” this Year

On a solo retreat, when my private grotto became a lipsync stage. Enjoying the breeze and Rihanna’s Love on the Brain in Jamaica.