Knowing that I live in this beautiful country, I have had a few people ask me online lately, “Is Costa…
There was a time when the loudest notification in our lives was the crack of a twig under a wandering…
There is something wonderfully wholesome about a farmers’ market. Fresh vegetables, homemade jams, overpriced artisan soap that smells like a…
The rainforest trail near Manuel Antonio was already alive before the first tourists even tied their shoelaces. Birds chirped like…
Every weekday morning at 7:12 a.m., the Maple Bean Café filled with the same parade of tired souls. It was…
In the spring of 1992, I did what a lot of young men do when the ground under their feet…
Most of us live like time is sitting in our back pocket, right beside our wallet and car keys. We…
We all walk around with a story in our heads. Some of us treat it like sacred scripture, leather bound…
Somewhere along the way, tension became a virtue. If you are busy, you must be important.If you are stressed, you…
There was a time when sugar didn’t come from the store first. It came from next door. You knocked, embarrassed…