Poem written by Alisha Hopper.

What's the first thing I do when I'm broken? Sign up for one-on-one pottery lessons. Here's why.

"Which island are you going to?" a guy from the Athens hostel asked. "Santorini," I said. "Are you going with a significant other?" "No,...

It really used to irritate me. I would say, "I'm traveling to blah." And they would ask, "With who?" My response was always, "By myself!"...