Violence toward pets is an all-too-common form of violence in our society, and one that also deserves no tolerance.
Summer has "officially" ended (although we have all heard that before) and it was a blast. It seems to me like this was the fastest one yet due to the vast amount of traveling that occurred.
While we love summer, we must admit that we've been looking forward to the days of football and beer, leaves crunching under our boots, and crackling fireplaces. And nowhere in the country does the fall season better than New England.
God is a concept by which we measure our pain. - John Lennon According to Hesiod, an ancient Greek poet who wrote The Theogony aroun...
Still an acceptable form of travel in Iceland, hitching has its perks: It's cheap and it makes meeting locals easy (and necessary).
These incredible views, from all over the world, give the Grand Canyon some serious competition.
Meatless Mondays and Wheatless Wednesdays were encouraged and many Americans had their first vegetarian meal.
Just over a year ago, The New Republic ran a story with a catchy, but slightly insulting title: "White People Love Hiking. Minorities Don't. Here's Why." Like many other Latinos in the Southwest, I come from a family who, among other things, enjoy hunting and hiking; all activities the sensational title claims minorities "don't" like.
Hike. Meditate. I didn't do either of them seriously until I hit my 40s. Still not "perfect" at either, but much less afraid of them now than I was decades ago. Yes, more skillful.
So what's next for me? Well, now that I've gotten high-rise downtown living out of my system, I believe I am now almost-solidly, semi-fully committed to becoming a hiking-biking-take-a-walk-in-the-woods-critter-loving-all-things-outdoors-nature girl.
Wild. Wild? Not a word you'd typically associate with Ireland. Pubs? Check. Shamrocks? Check. Guinness? Oh definitely, but wild? Yes! It's the sea, you see.
I lived in Manchester for the past year and explored North England's gorgeous countryside from there, but I also found time to squeeze in a couple of jaunts to nearby Wales.
There's nothing quite like the freedom of camping -- packing up a home away from home and heading wherever your itchy feet take you.
The leaves clinging to the few live branches on the tall trees alongside the freeway waved listlessly in a dry wind as we drove to the airport. We flew out of drought-stricken Los Angeles for Minnesota, the land of a thousand lakes.
you don't have to take your kids hundreds of miles away to a national park or wait for your next vacation in order to enjoy the benefits of the great outdoors.
In the very instant, I felt the magic of inhaling the present knowing that is the only moment that I have firmly in my grasp. Seconds that occurred before or ones that happen in the future fall away when you realize the absolute urgency to live in the vessel of the present moment.