I visited Frankenmuth, the cheesiest place ever. I mean that as a compliment.
In which I wait out a twister. In the bathtub. With beer. As you do.
The Go Solo Project (Or “How I Ended up at a Male Strip Show. By Myself. Because That’s Not Weird.”)
A few weeks ago, I discovered that my blog had been mentioned in this article about solo female travel.
Instead of being all giddy about the fact that, apparently, I’m totally famous in Australia, I felt like a sham.
You see, the author described me as someone who “took on the world.” And, you guys, […]
In which I discover I’m much better at Chinese painting than I thought I would be. Color me surprised.