The Cipher Show and ‘ting

So, I’m hoping you’ve signed up for my monthly-ish newsletter (which I’ll send over the weekend) and or keep up with me on social media because it’s been crazy-hard as of late to blog on a daily, even weekly basis. We just got back from London, where Sacha was screening his documentary Fresh Dressed at BFI, and Brussels, where we met, um, Manneken-Pis and stayed …

October 3: Headlining Target First Saturday’s @ the Brooklyn Museum

So, I’m really terrible at updating my appearances section, and have, am embarrassed but not really, to say I have simply been to hectic to stay on top of it. So, I’ll do it here! I’m headlining Target First Saturdays tomorrow at the Brooklyn Museum. Check out the flyer below. I’ll be in conversation with the brilliant Sacha Jenkins (and …

#TravelTuesday Rewind to Havasupai Indigenous-American Res

Earlier this month, I wrote a story about traveling to the remote Havasupai Reservation’s campgrounds, located at the bottom of a gorge off the Grand Canyon, for the New York Times, Travel section.  I wanted to post a little something extra, in honor of #TravelTuesdays. First, I tried to upload a much longer clip of our helicopter ride down to the Havasupai Reservation from …

“Fresh Dressed” Like a Million Bucks

My husband Sacha Jenkins, director of the documentary, Fresh Dressed—out this Friday the 26th—sat down yesterday morning with the legendary Dapper Dan, for an interview with Elvis Mitchell. Now, everyone who listens to my podcast or has engaged me in at least two minutes of convo over the last several months knows I’m like the Pope of the church of …

A Personal Journey in Sedona: the Cepeda-Jenkins Way

Peace Earthlings! Check out my latest piece for New York Times, Travel, in print today. While the idea of renewing your vows on a tropical beach at sunset like a pair of histrionic telenovela stars may sound romantic to some, my husband, Sacha, and I found the idea of celebrating our anniversary that way, well, boring. But we are not …

Fear and the Afterlife in Aruba: My Personal Journey in The New York Times (and Photos!)

  We had been in the lobby of our hotel in Oranjestad, Aruba’s capital, for only a few minutes when the Dutch territory’s Arcadian “One Happy Island” front was shattered by a desk clerk whose petulance hit me like a left hook straight to the temple. As she delivered the rules and regulations like a stern lecture, scolding my daughter …