I remember sitting in a cramped, sun-drenched cafe in Hanoi, my spine curved like a question mark over a laptop that felt more like a
I remember sitting in a dim, bustling café in Hanoi, the air thick with the scent of star anise and the rhythmic hum of motorbikes.
Last week, I found myself sitting on a weathered stone bench in a tiny village outside of Luang Prabang, watching the amber sunset bleed into
I remember sitting on a rickety wooden bench in a bustling market in Marrakech, the air thick with the scent of roasted cumin and the
I remember sitting in a tiny, dimly lit café in Tbilisi, the scent of toasted walnut and strong coffee swirling around me, while the rain
I remember waking up in a tiny, stone-walled cottage in the Scottish Highlands, the kind of place that looks like a dream on a postcard
As I sat on the mat in my favorite yoga studio, I noticed a big change. Years ago, yoga was mostly for women looking for
After a long day at work, I often find myself staring at the clutter in my home. I think it’s impossible to tackle it all.
Growing up in a busy city, I often felt overwhelmed by waste. Every day, it seemed like I was surrounded by single-use plastics. My local
One rainy afternoon, I was flipping through travel magazines. I saw a stunning photo of Salar de Uyuni in Bolivia. It was a huge white