Happy to share that I have a new article published with Matador about the out-of-this-world kayaking opportunities in Michigan. Always a pleasure to write for Matador, particularly about one of my favorite states!
Read the full article here: https://matadornetwork.com/read/kayaking-in-michigan/
I don't write for the money. Not necessarily by choice - if I could rake in the dough just by writing I would certainly do so, and I am working my tail off to head in that direction. But let's be honest: at the moment the amount I make from writing barely covers my coffee tab.
As a police officer in Washington, DC, I police areas dense with tourists who are often victims of crimes. Lucky for you I’m also a fellow world traveler, and below are a few strategies to help you protect yourself and your property while exploring.
I’ve always made it a point to visit churches and other places of worship while traveling, for reasons both holy and wholly practical. They typically offer outstanding examples of architecture, documentation of local history and culture, and a respite from cold or hot weather. They are also more often than not free or accessible with a small donation.
When I picture my childhood, I picture the outdoors. Playing outside, catching toads, building dams in streams, skittering rocks across frozen ponds. My mother's answer to boredom was "go play outside," and even if I had to be reluctantly pushed, I inevitably found myself lost in imagination, a world unfolding amongst the trees of my backyard.
What is it about wanderlust? Why does it hit so dramatically at times, so much so that it almost feels like a physical ailment? Why does it always strike when I am least capable of planning a trip – when I’m neck-deep in deadlines and hanging onto to the tether ends of my last paycheck?