Author: Kristin Winet
The last place my family and I traveled to while I was in high school was Destin, Florida, a small beach in the panhandle flanked on both sides by …
Well, this is interesting. If someone were to ask me what I’ve been doing the last two years, I’d have one very simple and one very complicated answer. The …
Though I’ve only been back in the Southwest for a few months, I lived in Tucson for eight years as a graduate student and learned to get pretty creative …
I’ve never been into celebrating Valentine’s Day. The reason is less politically motivated (it’s just a Hallmark holiday! it leaves out people who aren’t in relationships! it only considers …
I knew I should have left earlier. I knew it as soon as I pulled out of the driveway. The sun was already waning, and it wasn’t even 5 …
The first thing I notice is that Juan Wayne, the resident tortoise, is missing. There’s a sign propped up next to the guestbook in the shared kitchen describing his …
This was not the scene I imagined unfolding my first time in the Las Vegas airport. Whenever I pictured my my first time in Las Vegas, I imagined one …
When I think about the Southwest, where I lived for eight years, I think of a few things: warm flour tortillas, soaring mountains, and javelinas (they’re peccaries, not pigs!). …
Over the years, I’ve done my fair share of travels, and I’ve met a lot of coffee drinkers. This means I’m no stranger to the stereotypes about coffee-drinking Americans. …
When I moved to Central Florida three years ago, I couldn’t have told you that I’d meet a psychic in a town overrun with psychics, drive by a theme …
Sometime last year, my husband and I started going to breweries after we found out we were expecting. It’s not as weird as it sounds–breweries are like the less-caffeinated …
On our last day at sea, a thought occurred to me. It didn’t come suddenly, like a tumble of rocks falling down a mountain all at once, and it …