About exsetgirl
I was mountain born in a roof garden house in southern France. Or maybe it was a farmhouse in a rural Ohio cornfield. The garden had rows of carrots, beans, peas, and tomatoes. I helped plant the seeds, placing them in the earth, sprinkling water over them as if to bless them. I always said a prayer for each seed to grow big, strong and fearless.
I went on expeditions with a sack of bologna sandwiches, pringles, spare socks, and my notebook. I followed the dirt road to the cemetery, collecting leaves, flowers and twigs, inserting them between the pages of my notebook. I wrote down where each were found: ‘next to Mrs. Fox’s mailbox’ or ‘in old man Cramney’s ditch under a rock.’
I loved the cemetery. I’d create stories about the dead, about a heroine who overcame insurmountable odds to live a magnificent life of world travel and love affairs. She would meet her end by falling from a cliff or battling a tiger.
Recently, after 22 years in the film biz, I realized I no longer loved my job. I started traveling.
I think that travel, connecting to and experiencing other cultures, is the only way we are ever going to save this planet of ours.
I travel to swap stories and ideas with people, to laugh at new jokes. It makes me feel whole, connected and human. Like many, I often feel as if I do not belong anywhere. Traveling has shown me that I do. My place is on the road, trying to be the sort of person others would be happy to meet, sharing as best I can what I have seen.
