PICTURES

Think about the one thing you hate about yourself. The one thing in your life that you try to hide from everyone, afraid of what they might say, or think. We all have something. A scar from that bad fall when you were a kid, or the mole on the side of your face. Whatever…

DR. MATEJCZYK

Dear Dr. Matejczyk, I rode a camel last week.  Because of you.  Her name was Sheila. It was five years ago when I first met you.  I didn’t like you from the moment I saw you.  But then, I didn’t like any of the doctors I was meeting.  I knew that what was ahead of…

THE START OF IT ALL

Almost precisely 31 years ago to the day, my mom gave birth to me. She was 28 years old. I was her first-born child. She told me one time that she was the perfect pregnant mother, that she did everything right. She didn’t drink, smoke, eat poorly. Nothing. She might have had an iced tea…

TUNISIA – 5 EUROS

There were so many reasons why I was the most excited to see Tunisia on this trip. It was the first predominately Muslim country I had visited, it was the first country in Africa, and it was the most culturally different from anywhere I had visited. When we got off of our ship, we boarded…

MALTA – I STRADDLED THE CANNON

We woke up before the sun on the day we were arriving at Malta. We had been told that if we were on the ship’s balcony at sunrise, there was a good chance we would see dolphins jumping out of the Mediterranean Sea. So we all woke early and bundled up in sweatshirts and sweatpants.…

BARCELONA – MY OWN LITTLE PEDESTAL

A few weeks before we left for our cruise, Costa Concordia had sunk off the coast of Italy. Everyone that knew me was constantly asking, “You’re not going on the cruise anymore, are you?” “Did you get your money back for your cruise, since I’m sure you’re not going?” So once we boarded our cruise…

WHAT KIND OF BAGGAGE DOES SHE HAVE?

What kind of baggage does she have? We’ve all asked this question, mostly when dating. But it’s true in most aspects of our life. We all have baggage – some good, some bad. Our baggage is our history and it’s what makes us who we are. My history when it comes to literal baggage is…