When God Calls But Puts You On Hold

The skin on my arm felt pinched and the hospital bracelet on my left wrist plunked a few arm hairs. I bit my tongue hard, resisting the urge to curse under my breath and instead glanced around the waiting room. Dustin and I were the only one’s there and I could tell the Pain Management

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Chopped Locks & A Donation Complete

As many of you know I committed to cutting my hair and donating it to Locks of Love earlier in this post. The journey was incredible and the experience fantastic. Currently I am struggling through some health issues that we have chosen not to share on Rerouted Journey (the choice to cut my hair early and lack of coverage

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How I Get All Of My Favorite Magazines Free & Enjoy the Melting Pot for Under $20

Since leaving college I’ve found myself perpetually broke. “Broke” not in the sense that I can’t afford ramen noodles, but “broke” in the sense that I can’t go out sometimes, order indulgent magazine subscriptions and afford The Melting Pot or The Signature Lounge on the 96th floor of the John Hancock building in Chicago. To be

Tiffany's Long Hair
On Cutting My Hair

It began in middle school, really. I remember looking around the home class and staring at every other girls’ hair, outfit, and painted faces. Comparing myself to the countless blue-shadowed adversaries I found I was lacking in everything. How could I grab Andrew’s attention, (the top basketball/football player with gorgeous blue eyes and witty humor)

We Would Love To Win & Humbly Appreciate Your Help (I Am Intrepid Competition)

Hi friends. A HUGE request that would really help us here at ReroutedJourney.com. I have been writing about my travel experiences since I was old enough to hold a compass. There is an amazing opportunity to get my writing recognized and win us a trip to ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD for 4 people (including airfare).

How To Extract Venom From A Snake Bite
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Our Extensive London List

London has always fascinated me. When I was younger I remember watching Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen in the horribly cliche’ movie Winning London and dreaming of laughing at the Queen’s red cladded guards and exploring the cities’ beautiful royal monuments (ok, I admit I had the faux suede hat and tie dye pants). Whether catching

What To Do With City? (Kitty)

I’m on a beach. There’s a breeze and my hair is being tousled. The sun is beating down on my face and as I stretch I hear a scratching noise above my head. What is that noise I think to myself, the soft tap tap tap…then splash! Before I can awake from my dream I

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