Travel

I’m in Haiti, and have so many things to say, I don’t know what to tell you first. At the Miami airport, I witnessed a woman in a full-length denim jumpsuit with a zipper from the crotch to the throat. I suppose that’s a good place to start. – – – – – – –…

I am leaving for Haiti tonight – on the heels of the saddest week of my life. The situation involves more people than just myself, so I won’t say much.  But this is something that began all the way back here – and now, over 8 months later, my heart is torn down the middle…

The week is here! I leave for Haiti on Friday night (taking the red-eye, which surely sounds more romantic than it actually is), and will be in Port au Prince by 9am on Saturday morning. I can’t wait to hug my sister, and probably some other people, too.  Who knows, I might be a hugging…

I’m still alive.  I’m here.  But I have been a blogging failure lately.  Let me see if I can catch you up a little bit. After writing songs in Nashville all weekend, I began my Valentine’s Day by walking into the Nashville office and surprising my co-workers.  “It’s a Valentine’s miracle!” said Emily, because she…

I don’t know which is more exciting. I have new songs. And I’m going to Haiti. Seriously: explosion of confetti and excitement and exclamation points right →here←. Ever since my sister Sarah moved to Haiti last June, I have dreamed of an opportunity to see her life there.  One month from tomorrow, I’m getting my…

On Saturday, I flew back to Colorado.  I’ll be with my family through Christmas, and then fly back to Nashville for another week – because apparently, I enjoy being a geographical ping-pong ball. I flew Southwest (like I always do), fell asleep the minute I boarded (like I always do), and slept for the first…

I spent the weekend in Southern Colorado, just a stone’s throw away from New Mexico, at a cabin with family and friends and dogs and sangria.  The aspens were turning, giving the mountains blond patches in their otherwise dark beards.  We celebrated the wedding of Kyle and Emily amid golden leaves and vivid blue sky,…

Yesterday: up at 4am, back to Denver, so sick I can’t even talk about it Today: out of bed, to work, caught up Tonight: a little better (I hope), a full night’s sleep (I hope) Tomorrow: happy (I hope), back to blogging (I hope)

At the Denver airport last night, I heaved my suitcase onto the scale at the ticket counter, and cast a furtive glance at the damage: 56 pounds. For the first time ever, I was going to incite an overweight charge. But wait!  Could this be my lucky day?  The ticket man hasn’t seen the number…

I’ve been bouncing in and out of Denver this summer – it seems like I haven’t been home for more than 3-4 days at a time before I’m packing up and heading out to the next destination.  Admittedly, I am the world’s worst packer, and always wind up packing way too much or way too…