Catalina In Progress

Catalina In Progress

Currently making my way through Catalina Island, navigating the unexpected crowds, eating too-salty halibut, experiencing vistas of aquamarine waters broken by small pebbles along the shore. The beaches, as I’ve seen them, are small slivers of sand, hardly wide enough for lounging but people here seem to do it anyway,

A Travel Blogger on Love & Life Beyond the Cubicle

A Travel Blogger on Love & Life Beyond the Cubicle

Ah the open road, the snaking mountain pass, the cloud-dappled blue sky as gleaned from an airplane window. Sights and sounds familiar to some, feared by others, craved by the providential, perpetually windblown few who have committed their lives to travel.  Emilie Drishinski is one such full-time adventure blogger, an avid student

Here’s to Those Who Wander

Here’s to Those Who Wander

“Not all those who wander are lost,” has become something of an overused axiom haphazardly slapped across Instagram memes and Twitter profiles, deployed by some as an excuse to pursue absentmindedness and misdirection. For others, the phrase— plucked from J.R.R. Tolkien’s famed The Lord of the Rings poem, “All That is

The Figaro

The Figaro

Of all the details to remember, her hands were still the clearest in his mind. Unpolished nails of otherworldly innocence, intoxication by way of ten fingers and smooth skin and a wrist circled with Rolex Sky-Dweller gold, limited edition. Back to her hands. What did he later call them, windows

Sedona: Thoughts from a Cranky Traveler

Sedona: Thoughts from a Cranky Traveler

By Melissa Kandel Travel, as the act of going from one place to another, is said not to be about reaching a particular destination but instead, about discovering a whole new state of mind. Or so I read on a bottle of that weird fizzy tea. I began my road

The Figaro

The Figaro

By Melissa Kandel Of all the details to remember, her hands were still the clearest in his mind. Unpolished nails of otherworldly innocence, intoxication by way of ten fingers and smooth skin and a wrist circled with Rolex Sky-Dweller gold, limited edition. Back to her hands. What did he later

Whale-Talk

Whale-Talk

By Melissa Kandel Yosemite My name is Yosemite. I’m five feet, six inches tall with a reddish tint to my hair, a long beard that I never comb and green-blue eyes that are noticeably two different sizes. I only shower on Thursdays, smoke at least five cigarettes a day and

The Tale of Astrid the Beautiful

The Tale of Astrid the Beautiful

Somewhere in the untamed French countryside near Versailles, on the border of all that was good and evil, once sat a small patch of wild lavender, and just beyond, a smaller spring. An accidental journey brought Astrid to this spring, its water tumbling like wet poetry across flowering earth. She

Thanksgiving Tale: Whale-Talk

Thanksgiving Tale: Whale-Talk

This year on Thanksgiving, I’m thankful for my family, friends and all of you, my faithful readers who’ve stuck by my side as we build a little word studio community together. And though this tiny tale takes place floating atop the icy waters of Norway, I hope reading it finds you

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