I recently discovered that I have seven different travel-neck pillows. I own two of a few of those (one for me, and one for hubby) which makes a grand total 10! Does that seem excessive? Debating the merits of each one, or attempting to justify this odd collection seems unnecessary, given the fact that I … Continue reading Pain in the Neck
My daughter invited me to attend her bachelorette party. Forty-eight hours in Ensenada, Mexico. Me, and a dozen young women half my age, all of them ready for a fun weekend of dining, dancing and drinking. My goal was simply to survive. The trip started off on shaky ground. Just hours before our departure, … Continue reading 48 Hours in Mexico
I love hot air balloons. Their beautiful colors stand out brightly against a dark morning sky. The silence as they glide along, broken by the intermittent bursts of gas and flame that keep them afloat. They are relaxing to watch, and thrilling to ride. I never miss a chance to experience the excitement of … Continue reading My Flight Certificate
My Pinterest board reveals a secret about me. There are two pins about food, six about writing and 125 about packing light. I clearly spend a disproportionate amount of time thinking, researching and fantasizing about what to pack for a trip. I’ve downloaded e-books, read hundreds of blogs and watched videos. I attended a five … Continue reading Traveling Light
Beautiful new business cards for my blog had arrived, just in time for an upcoming conference. I promised myself I would hand out at least one, every day. That shouldn’t be too tough, even for an introvert like me. Yet somehow I failed. Miserably. I was attending The Crochet Guild of America’s yearly convention. … Continue reading Can I Give You My Card?
The smell of beer, mixed with vomit and urine, permeated the air. I stepped gingerly around puddles, of who knows what, pooling on the ground. I wished that my toes were covered. Yuck. Women all around me were lifting their shirts and showing their breasts, in exchange for worthless beads. I was drinking a foot … Continue reading St. Patrick’s in New Orleans
It began as a simple, albeit stupid, mistake. That mistake quickly escalated into kidnapping, and threats of violence. And to make matters worse, the perpetrators of these threats were my own loving, kind, and slightly twisted parents. I had returned from a visit to Florida to see my family. As I unpacked my … Continue reading The Adventures of Remo