It’s surprising how much time you have to think about things when you’re accidentally flying through the air on a 500-pound machine. You ponder things like, “I have the handlebars, but where is the snowmobile?” And stuff dawns on you like, “I think I’m about to wreck an $8,000 machine that doesn’t belong to me.” And you mull questions like, “I wonder how many bones I’m going to break when I hit the ground.” And I wondered what exactly possessed me to get on a machine like

As a mother I believe it is my sworn duty to expand the horizons of my children, so on a recent trip to Mexico I was determined that we would not have one of those “resort vacations” where the extent of the culture is contained in the fact that the staff is Mexican. Besides, I’d been to Mexico lots of times, so it was with no small amount of swagger that I announced to my daughters, 12 and 16, that we were going to ride the city bus to the market one day for lunch. They w

“Are you a photographer?” The question was surprisingly simple for me to answer given that I’d just spent three days questioning my...

If you know me, you know: I like adventure when I travel and I’ve had a little more than my fair share. From being stuck in various...

If you’ve ever been within 50 miles of Winona in the fall, then you know this city absolutely could not look more sensational than it does right now. Turn-of-the-century streets are lined with the brilliant hues of autumn, and a riot of color 500 feet high has swept across the bluffs. The parks, the trails – everything is under a canopy of crimson and gold, and it makes you wish you could stop time, if only for a moment, just to make sure you can take it all in. If you haven’

People ask me all the time if I’m ever scared when I’m traveling alone. The answer is yes, pretty much every day. I don’t know the...

If you ever want to teach your kids a lesson about how much they need you, just take them somewhere they have never been for a few days,...

OK. I'm warming up to Granada. I think I'm going to have to give credit to the hammam bath. Obviously they've rebuilt the entire place since there was an Arabic bath there 1,000 years ago. But holy shit if I didn't feel like I had stepped into a place that was ancient and spiritual. They rebuilt the concept in meticulous detail (um, except for the part where they allow women in - Haha) - it had a series of chambers that consisted of a cool room, a warm room, a hot room, each

I was so proud and flattered that the Huffington Post featured not only this photo, but also the individual portraits I created of each of these women. It was tremendous coverage of an important topic, and I am happy to be involved. You can see the whole project and read the story here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/7-survivors-on-what-it-means-to-have-a-man-accused-of-sexual-assault-in-the-white-house_us_583c7163e4b01ba68ac5732a

I made a mistake yesterday. A dumb one. I handed my wallet to a total stranger and I turned my back. I paid. Sounds impossible, right?...