Hey – we’ve all been there. Traffic Jam. Late for work, meeting friends or just exhausted and want to get home. Instead of resorting to road rage, which is sure to wreck the rest of the day and possibly land you in jail, Megan offers some alternatives that can keep you sane and happy, without resorting to anything illegal!
Like many moody teenagers, I dreamt of suing my parents, but never more than after our first family road trip. I imagined bringing my mom and dad to the courthouse of public opinion in my mind, but I thought, why stop there? Why not sue my two sisters and make it a clean sweep? Maybe, just maybe, I could prevent these people from ruining any more lives.
This is my story. The story of the worst, most humiliating two weeks of my life. I’d change the names, but it would only protect the guilty.
It’s that funny month of March again where mornings are Winter and afternoons already Spring. All batty-eyed and full of expectation, the sun – as the lark – rises earlier each morning. The overnight chill leaves the road that stretches from my house to school icy until midday when the mud and green and chirp of birds reappear, reminding me that I’ve made it through the cruel months of Winter once again…IT’S SPRING! I know it’s early yet, but I do think it’ll be a good one.
Sometimes it dawns on me that I’m probably an armchair adventurer. You want the best trip into the wild? Read someone else’s account, complete with beauty, hardship, awe, and maybe a little disaster thrown into the mix.
Early on in this particular hike the heat and sun were getting to me. Why had I left cooler Hollywood to head inland to the higher, and in the summer, hotter mountains?
For Our Friends On The East Coast
(And everyone else battling the weather)
“Ride out the storm
This too shall pass…
You know it’s true, you really can get used to being the square peg in a circle town. It might have taken a year, but hearing my name on the street finally feels ordinary. Groups of “We Real Cool” teenagers greet me in German or Japanese, in any foreign language they know. Gazes and stares […]
August 24th, 2008 – a symphony of fireworks exploded over Ulaanbaatar, (or UB as it’s locally known), as crowds jumped and shouted in the streets. Passengers slapped high-fives with strangers from car windows; horns blared; people danced across the sidewalks. Mongolia, a nation of three million, had just won its second Olympic gold medal ever—its […]
With less than two weeks to go until my first marathon, I decided to head to the famous Santa Monica bike path for one final effort to gauge my fitness. Since most of my runs have been on hilly and mountainous trails I thought a flat run with mile markers would be a good way […]
The Ngong’ athletic training camp is located thirty kilometres, west of Nairobi, Kenya’s capital city. The camp consists of a group of individuals from different parts of the country and indeed, the world with a common goal of achieving success in the field of athletics. (A note to our American readers- the word “athletics” […]