I’m Black and I Travel

  • I Ditched My Child To Travel Alone & It’s Not Abandonment

    My eyes are burning and when I loosen the grip on my passport my pointer finger twitches slightly. Seven days… Just a week, but the pit in my stomach feels like a hole large enough to engulf the entire terminal. I haven’t bitten my nails in years, but I...
  • P.S. I’m Not Dead

    “ Mind di people dem make you nyam cat and dog!” “ You know they shootin’ down them Asian planes over right?” “ Oooo, gurl, I hope we don’t find you dead in a ditch…” Although annoying, these statements from people who’d never been to China did not deter...
  • Do Good Things: Volunteering While Traveling

    I honestly had no intentions of doing any good deeds while spending time in NYC, but as it always goes, good deeds find me. Yesterday was no different. While catching the sailboats and sunbathers and dancers on the pier before walking up to 23rd and 8th for dinner with...
  • Oslo, Norway?! No Way!

    A bad play on words, I’m aware. But wow! No way this city is this amazing. Where is the ugliness? The parts that remind me of summers in Detroit (not on my grandma’s street, but those streets me and my cousins would bike just to feel good about out...
  • Go To London.

    An 8PM straight flight from Los Angeles to London Town was much needed. No rushing, and I was able to say goodbye to all the folks who mean something and were available that day. Well, most of them. Even some who weren’t so significant. Crystal Marie Grant looked out...
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  • I Smelled All-A-Be-Damned

    10.3.13 – 3:00AM For the last four hours I’ve smelled like a bum’s pocket. We’ve been good the last few days with no deodorant, but today, I lost the battle. Too much moving around, in and out of hot and cool, and there it was…the smell. I smelled like...
  • $10 Is All I Had In Barcelona

    I found myself in Barcelona, loving the architecture, enjoying the smell of the fresh baked goods they told us about in Spanish Class, and STARVING. My bank hadn’t done as promised and marked my travels on my account, so my card wasn’t functioning, and I hadn’t yet been given...
  • Traveling With Others

    Learning to travel with others can be as hard as learning German. In the past, I’ve traveled alone because my friends were quite flaky. Then the reason changed. I traveled alone because it was easier to do what I wanted, go where I wanted, see who I wanted to...