Leanne ElliottWhat If I Was Happy, the Year I Decided to Try I didn’t even know what the word Happiness meant to me, or what it looked like out in the real world.
Leanne ElliottOn Mothers and DaughtersThe process of letting go is more imperfect than I ever imagined. It makes me think of my mother and how we’ve navigated the same process.
Leanne ElliottThe Only Dive Trip We Ever NeededThat time we accidentally on purpose went diving in Fiji with Jean-Michel Cousteau Did I mention we built-out the garage over the summer?...
Leanne ElliottA Letter to My Younger SelfBut this time, for a fleeting exhale, I allowed myself to look past all of that and see you in a way that normally doesn’t have a chance.
Leanne ElliottOn Writer's Block: Why Shame and Perfection Make Ridiculous BedfellowsThe real crime is that I listen. I put down the pen and agree that it’s awful.
Leanne ElliottConfession of a Mom Who YellsI have to admit, I thought this space would be filled with cute little stories of goat parkour, and tales of life with the kids. Like the...
Leanne ElliottMuse in the DesertDispatch: Sonora Desert I'm a sucker for a good road trip. To leave behind what is known, to find something not yet known. There is so...
Leanne ElliottDear Kids, Merry Christmas. Dear Kids, Merry Christmas. This is really a letter to me and your dad. We’re the ones that need a talking to. Okay, actually this is...
Leanne ElliottHappy Anniversary, the Oven is Dead. We celebrated our 15th anniversary in October. Our plan was to walk downtown to the Italian place that we’ve been going to since we...
Leanne ElliottDeath Touched DownDeath touched down. It’s always around us, but sometimes it comes so very close, alights on a nearby perch, and with its beady eye...
Leanne ElliottDispatch: HERE NOT THEREEvery amazing adventure has an end and it always ends the same way: the bag is packed with sandy flip flops and all the laundry, the last...
Leanne ElliottDispatch: When a Tourist Becomes a TravelerHere’s where the rubber meets the road. When the excitement of going becomes the reality of being there. When it’s 8:30am and it’s...
Leanne ElliottDispatch: Flash Back to ArenalThis is Manuel Luis. I love talking with the old-timers because they have seen it all. Cooper and I were coming down the hill from the...
Leanne ElliottDISPATCH: Puerto Viejo De TalamancaFinding Marlene in Puerto Viejo de Talamanca, Costa Rica