Big Hips. Open Eyes.

The Good Kind of Speechless So, the past few days, I slowed my roll and let the flu and bronchitis take over for a bit. Try as I might,...

Sentimental Ode to a Friend I know this here Project 360 is supposed to be about connections , micromoments between humans (or, as it’s...

Priority Status This morning, in foggy San Francisco, I wheeled my way up to Virgin America’s check-in counter, dropped off my pre-pai...

Mountain Mama The Mountains Are Calling Me And I must go. --John Muir I grew up surrounded by Virginia mountains. Rolling, ra...

Alone Isn't Lonely Yesterday, I walked. My girlfriend had to head into work for the day, so I had a rare and blissful day to my...

Dave/Dev it’s tricky to write late at night. that much I’m learning fo’ sho’. I’m more of an early morning girl, any way you look at it...

And the Other’s Gold  There’s something so, I don’t know, comforting about being with people who know you inside and out. Or maybe m...