Who am I to deny a gift? Who are you? It’s time to stop playing small. It’s time to step into the creative expression that is me. That is YOU. It has always been uncomfortable for me to receive praise for my creative endeavors. Not because I don’t love a good compliment, but I think … More You Were Born to Create Magic
One of the many gifts of wandering is discovering new things. Food is no exception. I am no survivalist. I am not even a rugged outdoorsperson. But my wandering mojo allows me to find new and interesting things on well worn paths in the Florida woods or crooked and broken up sidewalks in India and … More Four Women, A Rooftop and an Indian Man
This morning I rose earlier than usual to sub a yoga class at 8 am. I did my morning practices, got myself together and left for the studio in plenty of time. On my way, I pass by sod fields daily. The busy road bisects the lush spring green carpets of grass into north and … More Bird Nerd
There is a freedom in travel. I ache for it at times. I am without appropriate words to help my husband understand why I must continuously leave him for places that are sometimes dirty and dangerous. I can’t explain why I would gladly snatch the free ticket to almost anywhere out of the hand that … More I Wonder as I Wander
In the morning, gathered around the kitchen table, we began to plan our day. Lancaster, to visit the older sister, was a definite. I would love to spend some time wandering around the countryside, driving too slow behind horses and buggies, picking up some apple butter, photographing the mysterious residents of Amish country, but that … More Sisterhood
At this point in my road trip stories, my father has become an integral character. With your permission I will share a bit about him here. It’s a tedious and meandering tale that I will endeavor to abridge, lest you get lost or nod off. Back in the 1950’s my father met and married a … More The Sperm Donor
Once again in my trusty Honda Civic we find our way to Pennsylvania. I am excited to go to Harrisburg. The last time I was here my grandfather had just passed away. It was the late 80’s and my brother and I had decided separately and without the other knowing it, to dye our dirty … More Familyville
Harpers Ferry is a beautiful, old town that seems made up. Like many historic colonial places, re-enactors live among actual current day folk. I had always remembered Harpers Ferry as just that, a town re-created or preserved to help educate people on its history. Maybe that’s true, but there are actual residences right down town which I … More Almost Heaven
A question has shown up on my virtual doorstep a few times lately. It has appeared again today. I feel it will continue to cast its long inquisitive shadow until I give it the thought it deserves and form a proper response. For me. Not to appease it. Questions don’t care. “If you knew you … More The Tao of the Wanderer
When I tell my friends that I stayed in a Motel 6 most of them ask, “Well, did you at least get breakfast?” Um, even if they offered it, no thank you. Instead we went with the familiar, Panera. Fortified by croissant sandwiches and a few cups of joe we hop back on the interstate, … More Small Town Fantasies
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