I want to help people. I want to help the extremely impoverished. And giving just my money isn't enough. I want to physically help. I want to live simply and give everything that I am.
Why a new American dream? The old dream—Coca-Cola, apple pie, house in the suburbs—just isn’t doing us any favors, even if we are lucky enough to achieve it. It makes us fat, sick, and traps us in a cycle of debt.
Three weeks ago, I was with some girlfriends in Salida, CO, when I noticed a beautiful, green van in front of a hardware store. It was the type of tiny home I dream about—you know the one. The one that's ready to hit the road, with your gear strapped on top.
