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

Chase McNary Talks About How It’s Actually Not Too Late to Get Your Summer Bod

Chase McNary Talks About How It’s Actually Not Too Late to Get Your Summer Bod

Oh, elusive summer bod. You’re like the physiological personification of Harry Potter’s Golden Snitch … shifty, unpredictable and super hard to find, whether traveling on broomstick or otherwise.  Who else thinks it’s a longstanding workplace conspiracy that every late-spring office party features cream-filled donuts and rainbow-sprinkled cake? That sugary stuff is

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

Annalee

Annalee

Annalee was her name. I say was because she’s no longer with us but you should know she was my Aunt Annalee and she was forever saying strange things to me like, “You’ll never understand what’s sitting inside or outside the ocean, so the best you can do is try.”

Monday Warbles: Have Things Become Too Perfect?

Monday Warbles: Have Things Become Too Perfect?

Maybe I’ve just got a bad case of the Monday blues but I’m feeling an epic wave of blah-ness tonight. Scampering my fingertips across the Internet isn’t helping either; the place is stockpiled with an overwhelming prevalence of shiny stuff and it’s kiiiind of boring in its glitter-coated, uninspiring perfection.

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

On Writing, On Wednesday: The Very First Line

On Writing, On Wednesday: The Very First Line

This is stupid. That’s the first thing I thought when the idea came to me to write about writing, which seemed no different from a balloon maker noodling up a poodle figurine at a circus side show and instead of selling it to the five-year-old cotton-candy-eater who wants one, telling

Featured Friday: Slasher Mag

Featured Friday: Slasher Mag

Like James Dean in a perfectly worn leather jacket, Slasher Mag defines cool. The online publication has a certain je ne sais quoi that is hard to describe but, with a quick glance at some recent Slasher posts, easy to understand. (Bonus: Editor-In-Chief Elodie Parthenay’s Instagram gives the most seriously chic vibes.) So,

A Morning with Mr. Moonshine

A Morning with Mr. Moonshine

By Melissa Marni It was early morning in early fall. The world was dark, as it tended to be on autumn days such as this, newly unfolded and still smudgy from whatever was left of the night. A hum, low but gentle, rumbled not far behind Peter Luck, who was

In The Bag

In The Bag

By Melissa Marni His skin was old and ashen. Not ashen like a cigarette but ashen like the scorched embers of a campfire that had been left burning too long. Nikolai was the exact opposite: A tan-skinned, lanky figure of twenty six, with sun-dipped curls in his hair and a

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