The US Women's National Team (USWNT) won the FIFA Women's World Cup 2015 soccer tournament recently. After the confetti and awards ceremony and player interviews and the NYC ticker tape parade, there are still a lot of thoughts, opinions, and concerns regarding the state of women's soccer and how new fans can follow and support the sport.
We only had a couple days in Montreal, but the Basilique Notre-Dame de Montréal provided an ornate glimpse into the city's storied past.
Kilauea fumes in her sunken pit. At night Halema'uma'u Crater glows red. The lava lake has risen. Pele is home.
You've probably seen those little hand-painted wooden signs that proclaim "I'm on Island Time!" with a martini glass or pineapple or sandals decorating the sign. They hang in vacation rental homes clustered on sunny beaches around the world. In Hawaii, they just call it "Hawaiian Time."
The Duomo, the largest masonry dome in the world, is a landmark of the Florence skyline.
Morning broke clear and crisp. There was no shelter from the light on top of the bald, so as soon as the sun crested the eastern ridge and blazed full and harsh on our campsite I was awake. Despite the brightness, there was a bitter chill and I wrestled with my sleeping bag before finally unzipping myself from its warm cocoon and stumbling out of the tent.
As a little girl I used to run out to the old horse pasture in front of my parents’ house and gaze up at the stars. Johnston County wasn’t quite so built up back then: there wasn’t a mega Walmart with its theme park-sized parking lot a couple miles away, or a Game Stop wedged between chain restaurants, and there wasn’t a long row of gas stations at an unremarkable truck stop with some fast food annexes haphazardly built on. When I was little there was an abyssal night sky visible, and I could count meteors and satellites and name planets and stars, and feel humbled beneath the enormity of it all.
