The Questions We Ask

I sat on top of the hill taking in every breath of fresh air I could. The train weaved itself against the mountain in the valley below, echoing its sound of approach. The river stretched out for miles. It breathed in and out from the surrounding hills, guiding its currents towards the sea. For a…

As the Weather Delays

I have never been particularly good at goodbyes. At times they shatter my heart into little fragments that only hold together with promises of hellos. As I let go of Fern’s hand to send him off to his new adventure, I could feel thirty pairs of eyes looking at us, wondering and guessing why our…

The Narrative We Tell Ourselves

The worst obstacles we often face are the ones we create. The narrative we tell ourselves. We live in an age of social media jealousy that drives twisted views on reality. Yet, social media offers a unique insight to the lives of those around us. We all have something to say, and we all have…

Fighting Hate With Love

I walked up the stairs, much like any morning, but heard the sound of the news as I reached the front door. I could feel the world hurting. While we try to push aside that something of such great tragedy could not occur on our shores, the truth is that it does. Every day the…

The Lifestyle We Choose

I remember sitting in a bustling touristy courtyard in the middle of a western state with my computer in front of me trying to use the wifi before everyone pulled out their phones to mindlessly scroll through Facebook. I was a tad stressed to finish an article before the days end, and it was the…

My Mama Taught Me

In every place I have lived across the world, the question comes up of whether I am homesick. I think for a moment, smile, and respond with a genuine understanding. I say, I only wish for my Mama to magically appear when I happen to be in the hospital. Truth is, I rarely feel homesick,…

A Home to Return To

I am honored and ecstatic to present my story that is featured in the top finalists for Travelex Uk’s The Next Great Travel Writer! via A Home to Return To — bethanyjanewrites

Why I am Afraid to Write

I stared at the blank page in front of me. The words swirled in my head, yet could not translate to my fingers impatiently tapping at the keys. The page seemed to stare back like a fogged mirror. I knew what I wanted to write, yet I could not see the words clear enough to…

The Whirlwind of 2016

I walked with intention down the tarmac with my eyes and heart ready to see Fern again. I weaved through the crowd around baggage claim and looked up to see him expectantly looking for me. As our eyes locked, I could feel the relief flood through both of our beings. All the more realizing that…

We Must Not Fear, We Must Take Action

In the late hours of the night, I tossed and turned in fear. Filled with anxiety and sadness for this nation. Knowing that fear pushes people to do strange things, beyond what they thought they were capable of. In a time of turmoil, we seek peace. In a time of uncertainty, it is time to…

What Colorado Springs

I woke up to the soft breeze of the warm Colorado air. The aspen trees gently clattering against the traffic noise. My mind felt at ease, and for the first time in a month I slept with no nightmares tumbling into my dreams. I heard the gentle voices of the morning downstairs as I set…

The Opportunity of Being Lost

I looked down at my feet, my chacos barely visible underneath the patches of wildflowers and ferns. I could no longer see any visible trail, just the forest floor covering the hill. I lifted myself higher as I stepped onto a fallen tree, but even attempting to get higher, did no help for my visibility. The trail seemed…