I remember feeling that pieces of me were scattered around the world; I belonged to her, Mother Earth..

Paradise is a state of being, more than just the name of a suburb or a home..

For some, excavating the past isn’t an adventure, it’s more akin to tearing a Band-Aid off an open wound..

Janet Mock's honest and sometimes searing journey is a rare and important look into la vida liminal, one that she manages to negotiate remarkably wel….

The past is buried deep within the ground in Rabat, although the ancient walls in the old city are still standing, painted in electrifying variations….

Individually, every grain of sand brushing against my hands represents a story, an experience, and a block for me to build upon for the next generati….

To me, travel is more valuable than any stupid piece of bling money can buy.

This thing I am feeling, I’m almost certain, is the closest I’ll ever come to standing somewhere in between truth and reconciliation..

Globalization by the way of McDonald’s and KFC has captured the hearts, the minds, and from what I can see through the window, the growing bellies of….

We aren’t encouraged to think for ourselves and ask questions. We are expected to accept what they teach us as infallible truths..

We travel with the same clan over and over again, from one life to the next, until some ultimate purpose is fulfilled and we no longer need to return..

While America will always, I think, feel foreign to me, New York City is my home. This is where I can construct my own identity freely and reject lab….

Nobody, she felt, understood her-not her mother, not her father, not her sister or brother, none of the girls or boys at school, nadie - except her m….

The Dominican Republic is my holy land, my Mecca..

Shakespeare had it right all along: Love will kill you in the end..