It's not everyday that a 23 year old boy gets to crash in on a "girls weekend." I was lucky enough to be given that opportunity... twice.

"What I love most about him is that is doesn't matter where you are or who you are, if you call him to help you, he will always be there."

I have been astounded by the hospitality I have received around the country during this journey.

Well, I don’t know how you feel about kids who transition genders, but when my little girl was 12, she told me he was a boy.

This is the eighth Humans&Harmonies (H&H) blog post. (I know I missed last week -- I was enjoying the amazing landscape of Glacier...

I didn't know where to park amongst the tractors and other machinery, let alone knowing how to connect with these people.

"There were times when I’d be working in the shop and all of a sudden I would burst into tears."

As legend has it, Jesse coaxed up his horse and galloped toward the ledge of the gorge, and jumped the 20 feet.

"I had to ask ‘why am I here?’ and ‘what am I running from?’ I never really found those answers, but I grew so much by just asking..."

So often we overinvest ourselves into the people around us. Not only do we love them, we also love who we are when we are with them.

Once I made that decision, it was game on — let the mental gymnastics begin. I had to construct someone new for myself to believe in.

How had they seen more of my home country than me? That was it. I was taking a gap year. And nobody could stop me.