
Sometimes, I’m proud to be an American. When repping my country abroad, I’ll admit to rubbing the domination of the USA Women’s Soccer Team in…

There is nothing noble, nor brave, about running with the bulls. Nothing of the sour smell of drunkenness and strewn-out drunkards in the early Pamplonan morning,…

Oahu’s north shore. It’s now turning dusk, and behind the Turtle Beach Hotel – just off of the paved access path that leads down to…

I was splayed between gravestones, with multiple jackets strewn across the grass. Like most men, Galway Guy was bending my body in ways that it…

A love letter to my she-wolfpack This is an ode to the 29 women whom I just travelled with. 29 babes. The 29 femme fantasies,…

Nepal was the eighth and final country of our backpacking trip, and with the end looming like a Himalayan peak, Courtney and I were weary,…

It all started with a story. Dancing across the front of the book was a colourful bird with black feet. Green, red and blue, if…