It is easy to become consumed in the addiction of travel. I LIVE for that fresh stamp smell in my passport, but that isn't the point in traveling, is it? If you don't have the time to go off the beaten path, hang where the locals hang, absorb the soul of a country, then why travel at all? This is especially relevant in today's Insta-famous world. We all want that perfect, iconic shot of us being fucking fabulous in a new place, but once you put the camera away (and you actual

Mmmm Maybe I should say, the devil you want inside of you... This is my coveted, top secret, best selling recipe for "Devils on Horseback" (Vegan recipe also included). If you are not familiar with Devils, they are more of a flavor concept than a recipe. It can be a date, or a fig, or something kind of sticky and sweet, stuffed with blue cheese, or goat cheese, or any stank cheese, wrapped in meat like bacon, prosciutto, or whatever. There aren't really rules, but the product

Every time I tell an American that I'm going to Amsterdam, I get the same reaction. You can see on their face that they are trying to figure out why a nice girl like me would go to a naughty place like Amsterdam. Hahaha And I understand this because when Covergirl initially asked me to go to Amsterdam, I too, felt confused. I had to make an appearance on the following season of America's Next Top Model and they happened to be shooting there. All I knew about the city was that

I was raised as a strong southern woman in a strong southern family. We went to church every Sunday & Wednesday, ate homemade supper at the table every evening after Daddy got home, and always said the blessing. We shelled peas, raised a garden, and marched to the beat of our own drum (even with frilly panties and ruffled socks on). I was never taught to succumb to a man. In fact, I was the only girl on my T-ball team, and I kicked all the boy's butts at the sport. I was rais