I remember the moment—looking at that meticulously packed Blazer, realizing everything I needed fit within. It hit me: I was capable, independent, and fully self-reliant. That stark realization shook me: how had I ever doubted my ability to navigate life’s wild roads alone?
Watching a man get punched in Chicago, then squirrels brawl in Pine, Arizona—life’s absurd wonders endure.
My solitary remodeling plan hinged on these star-shaped rebels: Torx screws—impossible to strip, ironically mesmerizing.
My life was an unraveling denim jacket, all frayed edges and hidden pockets of possibility. Year after year, the same old heartbreaks, the same unachieved goals. But everything shifted when I scribbled a real plan—and began a two-year solo road trip alone in a trailer.
In the hush of a desert wind, you’re forced to confront every regret, every hope, every raw edge of your past. When nobody’s around, truths echo louder than distant coyotes. By letting go, you become unstoppable—and that might change everything in ways so utterly unexpected.
At Integratron’s dome, cosmic vibrations, a quartz crystal, and a bohemian stranger rattled my skepticism.
Abandoned WAP strolls, unexpected winery nights—sometimes the wildest adventures don’t require leaving the parking lot.
Welcome to Live Laugh Roll — a site about rolling through life in every possible way: 2-year trailer travel, creative outlets, PR business, travel detours, and so many stories about it all including love and loss – pain and pleasure. I didn’t know how complicated my story was until I tried to explain it.
This is where it all rolls together —travel stories, digital guides, prints I painted on picnic tables, and a lot of detours (some intentional, some …not). TBH, some things are funny (because I didn’t know what I was doing) and some are sad anecdotes and strange detours that opened my eyes and facilitated necessary change.
Either way I suspect much of this will resonate with readers because if there is anything that defines me (and probably you, if you’re reading this), it’s that I’m willing to try and fail.
Not everybody called me their BFF – I didn’t fit typical patterns – but nobody called me boring.
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