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Let’s be honest: airplane rides are basically flying sardine cans stuffed with humanity, crying babies, stale coffee, and questionable seatmates. But here’s something I’ve always wondered:
Why can’t you
Earlier this week, I found myself pinned on a rock in the middle of a rapid, clinging to the side of a raft while one of my fellow trainee screamed she didn’t
On Day 6 of raft guide training, I found myself in my car, sobbing into a pair of octopus-printed underwear. Don’t worry, they were clean, but they were the only tissue-
By Stacey B. Dekker
When Hurricane Helene barreled into Tennessee last September, Michelle Cuellar wasn’t at The Bean Trees, her beloved riverfront restaurant, or The Bean Sprout, her cozy coffee shop. She
I started this spring with high hopes and an incubator full of eggs.
I imagined videos of fluffy hatchlings and triumphant motherhood moments in the chicken coop.
Reality, as it often does, had
