No husband, no meat and a side of humor, please.

“Your husband, where is he?” asked the petite woman with jet black coiffed hair sitting quietly behind me, four hours into our eight hour journey from Phomn Penh to Ho…

Road tripping part deux

(Continued from Road Tripping, Part 1) This is the time when I realize that I’ve talked a big game about how I much enjoy traveling solo and then I’m stuck…

Road Tripping Part 1

There is something distinctly American about road trips: The highways and interstates, wide open roads, cheap gas, symbolic rest stops, music and drive-through fast food. I’ve driven across country to…

Becoming a Burner

There is nothing average about Burning Man: everything about it is extreme. It’s a festival held in the middle of the Nevada desert for eight days in the scorching summer…