Last week, my friend Greg and I drove the fabled Alaskan Highway. It took us six days to drive from Portland, Oregon, to Anchorage, Alaska.
Living on the Edge of the Inside
Sometimes I feel like I have lived the American Dream in reverse. I grew up as the daughter of a movie star in a 9,000 square foot Spanish mansion and now I am a 55-year-old intentionally homeless woman trying to recreate her life and career.
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Necessary Detours: Rosie's Message
What is a road trip without detours? Well, first off, it's probably not a road trip. It's just a drive -- from where here is to wherever there is going to be.
On yesterday's detour, I was reminded to hold to the truth I have always believed: The daily acts of lovingkindness that are happening all over our planet, even as I write this, will always all ways outweigh even the most egregious and seemingly spectacular acts of hate.
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