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,

Newport Beach Like a Local

Newport Beach Like a Local

I’m not from Southern California. I can’t drop the word “stoked” into casual conversation or explain where the confusing web of freeways might get you if you took the 10 to the 91 to the 73. (Can someone just name these roads and be done with it?) Truth is, I’m just

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

Pelican Hill on a Summer Sunday

Pelican Hill on a Summer Sunday

Ten minutes deep into a Phantom of the Opera-inspired uphill climb on the elliptical, my phone rings. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have answered but the gym was empty and something about seeing the incoming call flash across my screen just as “Angel of Music” was reaching its soaring crescendo gave

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

Good Vibes Monday: Because Positivity Rules

Good Vibes Monday: Because Positivity Rules

Each weekday morning I follow pretty much the same routine: Wake up around 6:30, make coffee, add goat’s milk (don’t ask), eat breakfast, put on pants and walk my little dog, Austin, along the shoreline of a mostly empty Newport Beach. I live about three houses from the sand, on

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.”

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

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