I Forgot My Mantra: Writing Caravanning and Seeking the Real
I Forgot My Mantra: Ramblings of a liberal elitist, seeker, writer, yogi & momma. Get on my bus and enjoy my ride as I write about this mysterious, hysterical and kind-of deep life I live in.
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Biography, Inspiration / 29.08.2017

I turned 21 on July 26, 1992 at our family beach house in Longport, New Jersey, a small coastal town about 7 miles south of Atlantic City. My 21st birthday did not by ANY means mark the first time I sipped alcohol.  At the age of 18 I was savvy enough to procure a fool-proof Pennsylvania driver’s license that my older sister, by three years, Marlena sold to me for $300 with my picture and her information.My Dad marked my 21st birthday by buying me a little black...

Biography, Inspiration, Motherhood / 30.05.2017

  Publishing isn't Everything: Writing Regardless of Outcome   “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans”—John Lennon I am going to go dive right in and ask some questions -  Have you ever pondered the somewhat uncomfortable question, “what is your purpose in life?” Are you restless about your reality and what path you chose?  Do you think about what you could have done?  Are you so busy being busy that you forgot about dormant hopes and dreams from a younger and more hopeful past? Do you...

Style, Travel, Travelogue / 04.05.2017

Every May for several years, my lover who later became my husband, and I traveled to Thailand for a heat-seeking tropical vacation in Phuket. We stayed at a small boutique hotel called The Chedi.  Every morning we relished eating fresh mangos, coconuts and drinking Thai iced coffee laced with cardamom. For lunch we walked to Surin Beach for shrimp Pad Thai cooked in beach shacks typically operated by two family members. These little huts miraculously served 5-6 page menus filled with fresh local recipes and ingredients. I still wonder...

Sotelties: A catalogue of items that touch my senses and make my heart skip a beat