Located between Downtown and West Asheville, the River Arts District transforms what was once an industrial zone into an inspirational space for artists and their work.
Nestled beside the Blue Ridge Mountains, just minutes from the more popular Asheville, North Carolina, Black Mountain is the perfect place to spend a weekend day strolling around shops or lounging by a lake.
A year ago, before Memoir of a Meanderer came into existence when I was still mulling over what to call my collection of writings that had yet to be written, on a day much like today when the dark skies…
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Learning to sing has been on my list of life experiences for years. This was the year that I finally broke down my barrier of self-consciousness and signed up for a retreat that promised participants would find their “true voice”…
Eight months ago when I announced I was going to run 30 miles on my 30th birthday to a friend she asked how long I could currently run. I chocked out 2.5 through my laughter over the absurdity of my…
In one of my earliest memories I am sitting alone on my parents’ living room floor, the gray, wall-to-wall rug is flattened beneath my tiny legs, the TV is playing a show which I do not remember. Sitting there, I…
March 17, 2014: I pushed myself into a belly-on-the-wall handstand despite the fear screaming through my body. I wanted to prove something to myself and I thought pushing past doubt in a yoga pose would help me to do the…
Whether you’ve been following the weather reports from afar or are living through the frigid, snow-filled winter in Massachusetts, you’ll understand why the widespread complaining is warranted. Snow mounds higher than street signs, narrow, shovel-wide pathways snaking through the walls…
December 2007. I woke up and heard the sound of ringing in my ears, the kind that comes from having been at a concert or spending the night in a bar with the music blaring beyond loud.