By Kayla (Keyla? Keila? Teila? Kebar?) Washko Identity seems to become more fluid when you live abroad. The exact moment that you begin to change is hard to pinpoint—perhaps it’s when you learn to barter at the local market, or finally decide to face your fear and go bungee jumping or white water rafting … More The Moment You Become a Different Person Abroad
Hello everyone. My name is Jeff, Marla’s older, and only, brother. I wanted to help out with my sister’s dilemma of not having enough hours in her days to get all of the things ready for her move to R.S.A. and still fill some blog spots for those of us who “need to get a … More Only “A Few Years”: A Goodbye Post
The blog name is Traveling Marla right? So I’ll stick to the theme, see, I promised Marla I wouldn’t get her blog closed by picking touchy subjects like public exposure. (I had a great post about public exposure.) Anyhow, I’m gonna tell you about my last trip to Turkey, lovely country. It was a little … More Drinking Like the Trophy Wife of an Oil Tycoon
Hello, Traveling Marla readers! Marla asked her guest posters to take over her blog and make it ours. But truthfully, if I had control over Marla’s blog, I wouldn’t change a thing. Let’s be honest here: really only Marla can write her blog, because it is such a lovely reflection of the unique person she … More The Joys of the Unpublished Writer: Figuring it All Out
By Ned Hickson/Ned’s Blog/Siuslaw News Our family loves to go camping. In fact, we make sure to get out and pitch our tent — without fail — once a year. Traditionally, this takes place during the busy Memorial Day Weekend so that as many people as possible can witness a 46-year-old man being attacked by … More If a man is attacked by his tent in the forest, should he make a sound?
The Fourth of July. 2010. It was mid-afternoon, so the streets weren’t super jammed yet, but they would be soon. I was doing a couple things around my apartment, just cleaning up, and I grabbed the full bag of garbage in my hands to take it out to the back alley. I slipped on my … More Turtle Fear and the Reluctant Animal Rescue
Deep Thoughts with The Spook Brothers . Lacock is a Funny Word It was a dark and scary night. Actually, it was a dark and scary pint at The George Inn in the scenic and historic village of Lacock. It was home of William Henry Fox Talbot, “inventor and photography pioneer,” whose manor house you … More Lacock is a Funny Word, And My Nova Scotian Vacation
I felt shaky and weak and deeply embarrassed just to exist as Rob walked up to meet me in the ticket line. His skin had turned darker, his hair blonder, and his freckles more abundant from the summer sun. “Hi,” I said when he was in front of me, all my energy focused on keeping … More My First Date
Well since Marla is moving and super busy I have been recruited to do a bit of a guest blog and make Marla’s blog mine for a day. Cue maniacal laughter… muahahahaha. No but really. I’ve been following Marla for a while now and we comment back and forth, she is such a source of … More If Marla’s Blog were MINE!
Hey everyone my name is Colin and welcome to my guest post for Marla. I met Marla via each others’ blogs, mine being a fitness blog. After some time and many exchanges I ended up becoming her online coach for fitness and nutrition. Instead of writing a brand new post I decided to share one … More We Fall And We Get Back Up