On only my second day traveling the Amazon River, I admit, I was getting cocky. The storied jungle had yet to produce a single peril. There was no colossal snake, poison dart, or maggots embedded in flesh. We were hiking inside a lush moss-green shroud, a day’s...
Editor’s Note: This story prompted all of us at NextTribe to adopt leopard print as our brand’s signature print. (See us getting catty above at a writer’s lunch.) *** While scrolling on Facebook one day, I see that my friend Cara posted a photo of a...
This article is adapted from the book Crooked: Outwitting the Back Pain Industry and Getting on the Road to Recovery by Cathryn Jakobson Ramin. The note in my calendar, put there on April 14, 2008, says, “Find a spine surgeon.” For decades, I’d sought to avoid open...
You may remember a certain cheeky Lichtenstein-esque greeting card that showed a distraught woman with a thought bubble that said “I can’t believe I forgot to have kids!”? That’s essentially me. And you know what? I kept forgetting. Over and over. It wasn’t for lack...
Hi, my name is Hillary, and I’m a pack-a-holic. Some of you won’t understand this addiction, especially those who think packing means “just throw your shit in a carry-on and hit the road.” My trips, you see, often hover around the six-day...
