It was our last tourist destination in Mexico City. The National Palace. We were there to find one of the most amazing collections of murals by the famous Mexican artist, Diego Rivera. If you watched the movie Frida the courtyard of the national palace is in the scene where a young Frida Kahlo brings one... Continue Reading →
Why do some people feel the need to review past events? I don't know the answer to that question - so I will use this platform to explore why I feel a need to review the last year... This isn't going to be a chronological listing of events - this won't be a rehash of... Continue Reading →
You probably haven't heard about the destruction that Hurricane Matthew had on Cuba's Eastern province of Guantanamo (called Oriente in pre-Castro Cuba). Despite the renewed relations between Cuba and the U.S. - only Haiti exists as a Caribbean nation worthy of reporting. Maybe because there are already media embedded in Haiti - knowing that at... Continue Reading →
One hundred pounds of stuff I think I will need during my 90-days in paradise. I'll be in Oahu for a rotational assignment with my agency. It will be an adventure, it will be a learning experience, and it will be a dream come true. This micro-blog will document the next 90-days of living, working,... Continue Reading →
Why am I getting married in Scotland? I fell in love with an American man whose heritage takes him back to Scotland on both sides of his family. Three generations ago, in the mid-1800s, his mom's grandfather immigrated from the Orkney Islands to Canada. His dad's Scottish heritage is a bit murky. All we know... Continue Reading →
I’m so inspired by women who don’t let their psyche be dictated by their age! Go Wild Women!
My basketball team was a spectrum of skin pigmentation. What does it feel like to be multicultural? What does it feel like to be aware of diversity? All of us know – but are we courageous enough to live like we know…
My height is an aspect about my physical appearance that I just can’t hide.
I really can’t hide.
Not in a crowd, not in the subway, or the supermarket, nope I stick out. The only place I have traveled where I felt short was in the Netherlands. Everyone there, women included, were tall! Even the friend I was with made a comment about how I had “found my tribe.” The only problem was they were all blond haired and blue eyed and spoke a language I don’t think I could ever understand. They were not my tribe.
The places I have visited where I feel most tribal, like Peru, Bolivia, Cuba or Mexico, I don’t look like them. My 6-foot, olive skin, light brown hair and eyes, just don’t allow me to fit in. The looks I got when I spoke Spanish in…
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