I am blessed to have been raised in a place, where the exquisite mountains and quaint small town setting could have come from a painting. Growing up, I was constantly hiking. Scaling mountains and channeling my inner Leo by being king of the world. But I truly was king, or queen of the world. You can’t stand on top ….
Author: K.M. Sutton
Traveling in the city is no cake walk. You are preparing for war, a UFC fight and a beauty pageant all at the same time. You want to look cute because there is a high probability a celebrity will be at the airport or maybe just your future hubby. Yet, by the time you get there, you have probably sweated ….
It started with a text which prompted an impromptu dinner coffee date, and ended with me drooling about this fabulous place. A place nestled between Nice and the Amalfi coast. I had met a friend for a long over due coffee date at our mutual love of Maison Kayser. As a fellow coffee lover, yogi, and all around artist – ….
I was excited for my Disaster! date. And yes I am joking. It was not a “disaster,” Far from it, but I wouldn’t want to make this Fifty Shades (Ahem totally kidding Mom and Dad) so alas I will keep this Disney rated. I digress, the show I went to last night was called “Disaster!” The musical, and while they ….
The early hours of dawn glisten with light. I mumble and grumble because as much as I am a morning person, I am still not fit for human contact. My feet slip into my Asics like a cozy slipper, and I put my earbuds in and hit play. I am ready for battle. I set out down the quiet city ….
My time in France helped fuel my caffeine addiction, and created a new one for french cuisine. It taught me how incredible outdoor cafes are, and that the coffee experience is truly an art form to be cultivated and savored. Yes French coffee truly is the best, even at midnight, where espresso shots are equal to vodka jello shots there. ….
“A girl should be two things: Classy and fabulous. ~Coco Chanel Throughout my life I have been influenced by strong, intelligent, soulfully beautiful, women. Women who have taught me to follow my dreams no matter what society may dictate. No matter whether it is a woman’s job or a man’s job. As long as you have passion go for ….
I stand on a cliff at the edge of the world. The sea salty wind whips my hair, Bringing the tastes of the earth to my lips. As I try to hold on to grains of sand Slipping between my fingers, grasping, struggling to hold on. To memories, to life. I don’t know. Only the sea does. Dolphins jump and ….
The hardest part of yoga, is getting on your mat. Almost every teacher I have come into contact with, as well as practitioner say that, myself included. It isn’t the level two three classes or the heated hundred degree room. It isn’t even remembering to breathe (though that is a close second) it is getting there. You might think really? ….
Writing is not a matter of choice. Writers have to write. It is somehow in their temperament, in the blood, in tradition. ~ N. Scott Momaday Sundays aren’t just for God. They are for writing too. Obviously I am being facetious. But after a Friday night and Saturday, Sundays are the perfect day to begin again. Why wait for ….