Hello all and the like!

A very cool friend of a friend of mine has a very cool blog called The Travel Empire.  After reading my recent love letter to Paris post, Meg, the creator of the blog and travel maven asked me to shoot her some posts when I have them.  I’ll be taking a little domestic travel this weekend that I cannot wait to write about.  In the meantime, please visit her site and check out the post I just wrote about a Black Taxi Tour I took in Belfast

This is definitely a memory piece because I took this trip a good 10 years ago.  The amazing thing about travel is that you get to have experiences that may physically/literally only last for one hour, but stay in your mind forever.  This cab ride has always stayed with me because of…well…read the damn post!* 🙂

*And be sure to “like” The Travel Empire on Facebook to catch up on the travels of Megan and her contributors (holy shitballs, that’s me!!!) that take them all over the world.

Peace and travels,



6:15am (EST). Sweating like it’s my only source of income. Nessum Dorma playing. First time in full crow pose.

Nessum Dorma

It may have only lasted a second, if that, but it happened.  It happened, and then I fell out of it, and as my teacher Denise said, “This practice should make you humble.”  It did and at that moment I realized that being humble doesn’t have to be a bad thing.  Usually people tell you to be humble after you’ve been a little too prideful.  Trust me…walking into a power yoga class at 5:45am I was anything but prideful.  I was, however, a little nervous and a smidge intimidated by something that hadn’t even happened yet.  I’d been in other power yoga classes before, and yet because this one hadn’t happened yet I created preconceived notions about it.  I think I do that a lot in life in general (can I get an AMEN! from the peanut gallery??).  It’s easy to assume that what hasn’t happened yet is going to be challenging and it’s even easier to create “fun” little stories about how this challenge is going to be something negative.

Don’t do that (can I get an EASIER SAID THAN DONE??).  Simply expect that something new is going to be just that. It will be new and no matter the outcome, you will learn something from it.



not me doing crow pose

This song has been stuck in my head ALL DAY.  My boyfriend said that it was written before people started to write good music.  I’m starting to doubt the last four and a half years…

I’ve decided that for me, today is going to be a Sleep Walk by Santo & Johnny kind of day.  Think I just had a mini stroke and don’t know what I’m saying?  Voila:  No, I did not smoke a garbage bag full of weed (is it the second Sunday of the month? I don’t think so!)*  Part of my slowed down vibe has to do with it being a half day at work.  The other, and slightly larger part, is the turbulent night sleep I had last night.  As I mentioned in an earlier post, I was chucked back into the 18th century thanks to my broken washing machine (if the 18th century came fully equipped with running water, quaker oats granola bars, and a fully functional dryer).

Wide awake at 11:30pm I actually started thinking about, and stressing about, this god forsaken blog!  I recently told someone that this blog is like a new toy…I can’t stop playing it!  I was never a “let’s sit down and read the instruction manual” kinda gal, and the same mindset has rung true for this blog.  Last night however, I started playing around with appearances, tags, headers, settings, etc.  I was trying to figure out how to set up new pages and blogrolls for a writing blog project that my friend,, and I will be working on (details forthcoming).  Too much.  In my bed last night, wasted on blogging, I finally got to experience what it feels like when you’re head is “swimming”.  The spins were similar to those achieved after one too many chugs from the gin bucket.  Even though I have been inebriated before I have never had this feeling.  And so, it was during this experience, that I began to equate being drunk on blogging to being drunk on alcohol.  The way to feel better when drunk on alcohol is to puke.  The blogging version is to sign off.

I woke up this morning slightly hungover.  I can’t believe how deep I got into it last night. I have an obsessive urge to check facebook to make sure I didn’t offend anyone.  I really need a bagel.  This rant/mind fairie doesn’t mean that I’m abandoning my blog.  It doesn’t mean that I’m restricting the amount of blogs I post per day.  Have I abandoned my Friday glass of wine?  It does mean, however, that in my adventure in blogging I have learned that just because our whole world is 24/7 news, updates, and celebrity crotch shots, I don’t have to go big or go home by constantly contemplating my next post.  Like with drinking (except on national holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, date nights, and the first night of Rosh Hashana), blogging…my blogging, can and will be done in moderation.

*Kidding! Hugs, not drugs.

“I’m thinking about Shakespeare in the shower. I don’t think I ever did that before.”

I wrote an article that was published in The Hartford Courant.  Who wants to go out for a $40 lunch…on me?!,0,6741069.story