Funny thing… Six months ago I was asked to speak on a panel of Guam filmmakers about women as directors despite the fact that I had not yet made a feature. It felt a bit like a sham, but the festiva
As I revealed in part 1 of my weight loss story, the process of working on my first film has been a blessing when it comes to the scale. I wrote that first post with some hesitancy just for the fact t
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I’m not going to bury the lede here (I have a serious problem with burying the lede. I get all stream-of-conscience like I’m Felicity talking into her tape recorder about Noel or Ben… Ahem, but I di
I find campervans charming. Being totally free to wander a place without worrying about hotel reservations makes the campervan an ideal way to explore Iceland. The Hubs and I rented a double-decker in
The only person I know who loves flying is a pilot. The rest of us globetrotters simply view it as a means to an end, and that includes me. Obviously, you can occupy time watching TV, sleeping, and reading. But wait, there’s more! Read my 10 things to do on an 10-hour flight.
Some people assume that because I travel often I must be a nomad. I’m not. That doesn’t mean I don’t fantasize about it. Filmmaker Brandon Li is a nomad. He recently traveled to Guam to produce a shor
Even the most intrepid of us has succumbed to travel anxiety. I have and I love the unknown. That doesn’t mean arriving at an Indonesian airport without a visa and no local currency doesn’t tie my shoulders in knots. You don’t have to have hundreds of trips under your belt to learn how to relax and enjoy travel. Follow these tips to learn how not to be a nervous traveler.
I had it bad last week. I had just experienced the world’s fastest weekend in Cairns, Australia, white water rafting, climbing, zip lining, and sailing to the Great Barrier Reef. When I got home I felt, well, a little deflated. All that adrenaline-pumping activity… then nothing. I realized I had the post-travel blues. I probably get this more than I’d like to admit, even when I am relieved to be back home, sleeping in my own bed, waking up to my schnuggly bunny (yes, I am 6). I felt so irritable (my poor husband), I had to do something. Here’s what worked:
