A Writer's 21st Century Memoir.

Posts from the ‘Nature & the Outdoors’ category

Why I Became The Leader Of A Hiking Group

If you asked me a year ago if I would be the ambassador for the Los Angeles chapter of the international hiking group, Hiker Babes, whose mission is to unite women who share a passion for the outdoors into a community, I would have laughed.

Six-Pack of Peaks Challenge: Cucamonga Peak

We ended up taking the Ice House trail to the 8,859-foot summit and hiked nearly 12 miles there and back.

Why Every Bachelorette Party Should Be Moved To The Woods

I was able to understand the bride better as I got to know the other incredibly smart and caring young women.

Yes, Black People Swim

We’re clearly out there. The mountains are also a melting pot of a variety of different people hiking native lands, and yet we are only now barely seeing these faces in popular media.

Jasmine in a bright orange kayak holding a double-sided oar and floating down the LA River

What I Learned While Floating Down The LA River

I wrote a poem with the LA River in mind, but I also drew parallels between the river and the highways that weave in and around Los Angeles.

Jasmine looking out from the side of a mountain

Pack of Peaks: Mount Baden Powell

I still had my eyes on other peaks but being able to freely trek to the top of Baden-Powell with friends that day was satisfying.

Jasmine D. Lowe

Your Breath Conquers Mountains

The most important thing you need to do in order to overcome nearly any obstacle is to take a step back and breathe.

Cleaning up the L.A. River with Black Girls Trekkin' and FOLAR.

How To Avoid Drowning In Trash

Plastic bags blow in the breeze as cars picking up wind and speed push the delicately drifting thin pouches of non-biodegradable crude oil. It’s everywhere, but it doesn’t need to be.

Hoka One One Hiking Shoes

The Ten-Year Trek

As I looked down at the new shoes on my feet, I let my mind wander to think of the past ten years out on the…

A Vegetarian In Texas

The look of shock and horror had crept up on her face. I sensed jolts of confusion from her as I spoke the words. “I would like the number four without meat.”

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