For Those Who Also Worship My Travel God Samantha Brown

It has finally happened!!! I HAVE MET HER!!! Its all too much. There are almost no words to describe it but alas I shall try. After years upon years of meeting/stalking celebrities and collecting memorabilia, I finally have the ultimate piece of my collection. But to appreciate what this has meant to me you have to first understand what Samantha Brown has meant to me. About 6 or so years ago, I stumbled upon her show Passports to Europe and was totally intrigued. While I have always wanted to travel she became my teacher, my mentor via television. Since our “meeting” I have followed the places she has gone, the tips she gave, and the inspiration she provided to want to do the same things. It was always a dream of mine to be able to meet her and tell her that she gave me the world. So last weekend when I was attending the aforementioned NY Times Travel Show, the opportunity FINALLY presented itself. I was first online to meet her after hearing her speak so passionately about her work and how it changed her life. It was the first time I was ever truly star struck and it wasn’t just because she was a star. Our meeting was everything I hoped it would be and more. She was so kind, gracious, and funny it felt like I had known her for years. And well I had.

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For Find Out Friday - Why Do Emery Boards Make My Skin Crawl?

You know that sound a fingernail makes when it scratches against a chalkboard? You know that feeling the sound of that action gives you? I, like most people, hate that sound. I instantly feel like scrunching my shoulders up to my neck and closing my eyes. I feel the exact same way when I am using an emery board to file my nails. This annoying sensation has a name: “grima” which is Spanish for disgust or uneasiness. This term basically describes any feeling of being displeased, annoyed, or dissatisfied someone or something. It is a feeling that psychologists are starting to pay more attention to as it relates to our other emotions. Emery boards are traditionally made with cardboard that has small grains of sand adhered to them. It is the sandpaper that I believe makes me filled with grima. According to studies that are being done around the world, it is not just the feeling that we associate with certain things like nails on a chalkboard or by using emery boards

For My Madness During Migraine Awareness Month

Last weekend as I sat staring at the blank page in front of me, I was still surprised and elated that I had an entire day to myself and unlike past experiences it was filled with what I wanted when I wanted it. There were a few rough moments but when I consider the previous twelve hours (and the days to come) have been better than the last week. Especially this last week even though I had braced myself ahead of time, I just didn’t know I should have braced for a more serious episode. I am a chronic migraine sufferer for so many years I don’t quite remember when they started exactly which is ironic because I can remember every special event they have ruined. I remember plays or dinners I was at where I don’t remember what happened but I could tell you what I felt minute by minute. It amazing how the mind works, especially when it’s operated by a migraine brain. In the last few years, specifically the last few years since I have been going to the Montefiore Headac

For My 33rd Birthday

As I sit here and begin to write this it is on my last day of my thirty-second year. I hardly know where to start. It is remarkable what a difference a year makes. I am in such a different and many ways better place than I was this time last year. For proof all you have to do is see the date on that blog which was posted on February 17 th of this year. As you will learn much has changed since then. First of all I have left my house since I posted that blog. I don’t just mean out of my house but out of my city. This was the first year I have traveled since 2012 and just like 2013 was a blow to my spirits because I was not able to do so, this year was uplifting because I was able to go and do. I saw many things that were hidden in a file in the back of my mind for so long I felt the dust collecting within me. I knew how badly I yearned to stretch those muscles I use when I plan, photograph, and take a vacation. For me vacations preserv

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