“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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When I left Santa Monica on my road trip in October, 2010, I felt completely alone. I felt like I was the only person in the world going through an existential crisis. Having had the realization that I didn’t like who I was and I didn’t like where I had found myself in life, I […]
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When I decided to explore New Orleans with my dog, I questioned my sanity. I wondered if having Yoda along would relegate me to spending my time sitting on a cold cement curb people-watching while slurping a Hurricane out of a plastic cup from Pat O’Brien’s Bar. Read my most recent Huffington Post piece to […]
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   My travel companion in life and on this road trip is Yoda, a Boxer/French Bulldog/Large Munsterlander mix who rescued me 6 years ago when I was reeling from a broken heart. “Yoda” in Sanskrit means “warrior,” an appropriate name because he was a little warrior by surviving on the streets before we found […]
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