Dear 2013, “What happened to your sex life?†These were the first words out of Starr’s mouth when she saw me on New Year’s Eve. Starr is the Curandera who took me in for five weeks after we serendipitously met as I was passing through Hot Springs, Arkansas on my five month road trip. My […]
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Personal reinvention is at times exhilarating and at times exhausting. Lately I’ve really felt tested. I almost feel the Universe looking down on me, questioning, whether in the face of adversity, I’ll remain positive, in the flow, and committed to living with the cowgirl spirit, or whether I’ll crack, give up and go back to […]
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stale /stÄl/ Adjective (of food) No longer fresh and pleasant to eat; hard, musty, or dry: “stale bread”. Wednesday night I was telling a friend about the wild ride I’ve been on during the past two years. While nursing a glass of wine, I explained to him how liberating it has been living outside of […]
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“I like your cowgirl boots,” gushed the beautiful bubbly brunette woman who had just climbed into the back of the limo with me. I thanked her, while quietly reflecting on how these boots symbolize my Seeking Shama journey of the past two years. The road, my beloved open road, had led me to these boots. Somehow, […]
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“A stranger gave me his car,†said my houseguest Wendee Nicole as she took a sip of her coffee. My eyes bulged out as I processed what she had just said. We were sitting at my kitchen table in our pajamas talking about when during times in life we feel our daily existence involves an […]
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Last Saturday I invited myself to the dance recital of a beautiful high school sophomore named Caroline. She’s one of my friend Chuck’s daughters. It was the last night of my recent visit to Los Angeles – my second trip to LA in one month.  I sat on the bleachers wedged between Chuck and one […]
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I fall down a lot. As much as I’ve always tried to gracefully flow through life, I tend to stumble along running into things, stubbing my toe, skinning my knees and eating a lot of humble pie. This is because I’ve always been a planner.  A bit of planning is good. But I was an […]
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In the short time I’ve lived here, Texas has offered a wide-range of cultural experiences. I’ve appreciated box seats at the opera, visited world-class art museums, been to both the ballet and the theater, and of course, living in Austin, have enjoyed many live music venues. However, my two favorite Texas “cultural†experiences both happened […]
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“Your dog is in your mate space.â€Â These were some of the first words out of the mouth of the Curandera whom I serendipitously met on my road trip in Hot Springs, Arkansas. She said this before I even told her that I had a dog not so patiently waiting for me outside in Princess […]
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Last May I drove to Hot Springs, Arkansas and met a man named John Knapp who was in town for a biker rally. John lives in Austin, and when he met me he immediately said “I see you living in Austin.â€Â Little did either of us know that I would take his words to heart […]
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