I remember the image in my mind of two bikes endlessly circling a wooden boat deck, rain or shine.
Biking to Everest
The Evolution of Urban Rothkenberg
At the beginning, Urban Rothkenberg was a collection of what I was seeing in the world. Now it's a more intimate portrait of my own evolving relationship with the city, myself, my desires, and the people I encouter, if only for a brief moment.
Meet Scout: The Elemental Adventuremobile
I’m the typical hyper-vigilant parent. I woke up this morning and wanted to go start her up just to make sure she was still alive.
Realness from the Road
Let's be real. I found myself gritting my teeth and shaking my head in irritation today. It's not the first time. We are, I think, three days behind schedule, now. And really it's for "no good reason." Except it is a good reason because the whole point of road travel is exploration. And we've surely … Continue reading Realness from the Road
Expect the Unexpected
And then Sedona was bewitching. And then New Mexico was charming. And now? Well, now we're super much behind schedule.
Like a Turd of Hurdles
We're not even off. It's 6:00 a.m. --the time we were aiming to leave the house pristine (well, as pristine as we do 'round here) for out housekeeper--and here we are, the truck not packed, the bodies we changed the oil in (me, actually! For the first time) still dirtied, the phones still updating, external … Continue reading Like a Turd of Hurdles
Will Travel For Food
That day I would put bull testicles in my mouth and enjoy it. I remember a spicy tingle. Obviously, I was never the same.
A Kitchen with a View
I want our kitchen to be an open space, and our sink to have a view. I want to look out over the counter tops to see you on the floor with our children, educating them with play. You'll build towers, drive cars, cuddle our girls' dolls, sail boats in the air. You'll wrap the … Continue reading A Kitchen with a View
The Woman Who Bathes
I want to be the type of woman to take a bath at the end of every Sunday, after we've shared the last homemade nourishing meal with our offspring, the summer light fading. We'll bathe the children first and sometimes, after, you'll join me when their dream-filled breath joins the hum of the breeze flowing through … Continue reading The Woman Who Bathes
About The RAMBLE | Woman
I began The RAMBLE in January 2016, planning to grow it into my own unique little publication thing. Yet, as I’ve shared my vision and dreams with friends and family I’ve been encouraged to share some of my innermost heart pourings alongside travel-related writings. The RAMBLE is all about self-discovery through travel. It’s about what I come into contact … Continue reading About The RAMBLE | Woman
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