Run. A piece inspired over the miles. Saturday breezed in on the wings of nostalgia. It was race day in Central Park, and Scotland's blue and white Saltire dotted the start and finish lines while the chilling cries of bagpipes verberated through the morning murmurs. Eight thousand runners huddled into their corrals along the edge of Central Park West; many were dressed in tartan, some paired kilts with running shoes, and even the painted face of William Wallace made an appear

Human. A piece, humbly inspired. "You must keep writing." An old friend slides in to the seat next to me. "I know, but... Oh, you've read my pieces?" "Every single one. You've gotta keep writing." I've always found it curiously strange how life delivers you messages precisely when you need them. My friend was right, but how could he know that in that moment, I was faltering. I started this blog as a travel writing space, and now, well, I'm not traveling. I'm anchored, for t

Storybook. A piece inspired by Scotland. It's safe to say since my time in Scotland, I'm on a different path. Rather, I've always been on this path but now I see it differently, more clearly -- and for exactly what it is: my own. I've stumbled off of it more times than I can remember, but I've thankfully always found my way back. And I've finally discovered the tool to stay on this path, an inner compass to guide me along. One that I can use to sort out all decisions with, an

Indulge. A piece inspired by happiness. I run. I cook. I read. When I am at my happiest, I indulge in one of these three simple yet good-for-the-soul activities. Why these three? None of them let me take the easy way out. And what causes such happiness? Well happiness, to me, is when I will time to slow down just a bit - so I can squeeze more moments out of it. I know this, because I've also known the exact opposite. Days I've wished away, willing for better ones to come. Day