On a return cruise through Alaska, I found not just glaciers and gold rush towns, but a deeper healing I never saw coming. This is a story of shame, serenity, and the stupid, beautiful discomfort of real growth.
This year, two of my three big trips are taking me back to places I visited whilst still in my drinking days. Will it be painful, nostalgic, or all brand new?
New Orleans is so much more than its reputation as a haven of debauchery. I should know, I lived there for 15 years – and for some of them I was sober.
With just over three days to spend in Seattle, my aunt and I discovered a foodie haven filled with art, nature, and laughter. And we hammed it up hard core.
Sometimes no plan is the best plan, and the trip I took to Puerto Rico in 2016 set my gold standard for a la minute travel.