Dating in these modern times takes persistence and an unending faith in divine timing.

I had high hopes for John, a man I matched with on Tinder a month ago, while I happened to be down in the Florida Keys on a weekend getaway with another man I had matched…

Sheltering on the move: Me in front of my RV in August in Mesa Verde National Park in southwestern Colorado

This is life as a nomad in the time of coronavirus.

Today, my cell phone buzzed about the new shelter-at-home order just as I was stepping out of the shower at my friends’ house in the mountains near Yosemite.

I listen to the news, so I knew there would be…

Listening to others and considering their point of view, self-education, stop blaming others, stop staring at screens and finding common ground through kindness can help end this American OMG moment.

The problems are piling up in America, and it’s a big pile. We, as a nation, are in desperate need of solutions.

This late-summer morning, orange smoke from wildfires eclipsing much of the nation west of the Rockies hung hazily in the air. Tropical storms lined up like balls down…

NPS, you make me so happy! Thank you for being you!

Dear National Parks Service, I love you.

You’re so nice to me. You’re so special. Everything about you is special.

I’ve visited many national parks during the last six months that I’ve been living in an RV and traveling the United States. I’ve loved every national park, national monument and…

Now’s the time to look in the mirror and say, “Everything is going to be alright.”

I live alone. I live in a 23-foot recreational vehicle with no home base, other than my friend’s place, which I picked as a mailing address solely because she let me and because she…

One person at the table guessed I was 26. Another was confident I was 30. I’m 42.

It wasn’t the first time there were misconceptions about my age. It’s not that I have a babyface. But I do consider myself eternally youthful and beyond numbers — and you can too.

Ho Chi Minh City, also known as Saigon, in Vietnam, where it’s a feat to cross the street, let alone drive. And yet, no one gets cross. There is no road rage here.

One option is to move to Southeast Asia, where driving rules are mere suggestions. But there’s another way.

I gave up road rage about five years before I moved to Southeast Asia. Little did I know the steps I created to free myself from this bad habit would help me…

Suzanne Wentley

Suzanne Wentley is a professional writer, full-time traveler, yoga teacher, energy worker and believer in you. Check out

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