It’s been a year and a half since my last entry. I didn’t want to write a new post until I had made some progress in my self-love journey. And I have to say: it’s been a ride. Unfortunately, I don’t have big revelations for you. I can’t tell you that I finally figured out how to love myself fully or that I look … Read More Learning to Love Myself: Part Three
My favorite books of 2022.
What’s next for this blog? Click here to find out.
After months of silence, I’m finally finding my voice.
You have to sit awkwardly across a table from a lot of frogs before you can finally find your prince (or princess).
After a year of hardship, I decided it was time for a change.
Walking around Catania felt like falling in love.
There’s no denying that Fall — rife with cinnamon, cloves, and campfires — is the most romantic of the seasons.
Because of that, I’ve been thinking often about love. Clarity and love.
When life isn’t fair and times get tough, I, more often than not, find my solace in Ernest Hemingway.
It was the middle of June and I was traveling with a broken heart.
The promise of adventure hung in the crisp summer air as I got into the back of a cab at Barcelona-El Prat Airport.
I fell in love with Gstaad, Switzerland the moment I set foot in it.