If I was a Love Goddess, my precious necklace would be made up of a string of magical moments, experiences that I will treasure forever, that can never be taken, lost or stolen, or dropped in the sea…
My travels haven’t all been unicorns and fairies. In fact, I have met some pretty rude trolls on my journeys, and I don’t mean the cute kind with the fluffy pink hair; I mean the dark slimy kind that live under bridges.
My motto: Sell the jewels, take the trip! In 2018 I had a banner year–I lost my father to cancer, my best friend to suicide, and my marriage to infidelity. I didn’t know what to do to keep my head above water, so I decided
And now, I have a marvelous treasure safely stored in a rainbow silk scarf, some fragile fragments of a certain palace, a palace so beautiful you can still see its reflections in the sky over Mt. Kilimanjaro when the light is just right.
I don’t know why, but somehow, in my 20’s, I ended up dancing on many tables. As a professional belly dancer, I have been pulled up to dance on hundreds of tabletops, but I’m surprised how often I have ended up dancing on tables while
I worked 5 jobs for 5 months to earn enough money to go on a Study Abroad in Paris in 1990. Once I was there, I wanted to get a tattoo on my ankle so celebrate my accomplishment. I pictured a future where people would
…and that red phone worked some kind of magic…
It probably wasn’t the greatest idea to practice my Spanish with the border patrol…
The Night Our Hotel Room Disappeared
Here’s my spicy story of one night in Amsterdam…
