It took me over 10 years to finally get a copy of Fear of Flying, and the timing couldn’t have been more perfect.
It’s not what I do for a living that defines me. It’s what I do to live.
You mind your own business and expect other people to do the same. Unfortunately, haters never do.
Let me tell you a story about a girl and her love affair with pelagics.
I spent a good part of last week discussing the certified versus non-certified ‘coaches’ conundrum with a freediving record-holder. Here’s how I weighed in.
I died and went to cheese heaven.
I’ve been obsessing about my writing. Or rather, I’ve been obsessing over the lack of it.
A warm welcome to freezing Amsterdam.
How do I even begin to write about Paris?