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This is the beginning of a fearless and most curious journey. It’s not a travel blog and there is no map or definite destination. But there is a traveller.

Her name is Rosie.

Rosie is an unconventional, middle-aged mother of two, fierce and flawed and wild at heart. Sometimes she goes alone and sometimes she goes with friends, but always with her camera, a well-worn notebook and a ball point pen.

She’s on a great human adventure; a quest to meet humans from all walks of life, share their stories and step into their worlds.

On this journey, Rosie explores and champions our humanity and it’s ability to help us understand each other, bridge us and connect us despite our differences.

In a divided world fearful of ‘difference,’ Rosie (and friends) choose to focus on what it is to be ‘human,’ our common ground. Rosie chooses one human condition topic at a time and sets out to meet and learn from people with stories and experiences that will enlighten us, challenge us and perhaps help us reflect on our own life journey.

Join Rosie and the Rosie goes community for an epic human adventure. Together we will explore, learn, grow and share our experiences of ‘being human.’

“Being heard and understood is one of the greatest desires of the human heart.” – Richard Carlson

On the wing of a bird and with the North Star as her compass, there is only one thing Rosie knows for sure, to go forward in pursuit of humanKIND…

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