There is such a relaxed freedom in traveling alone. I am responsible for only me. Every decision to be made needs to run through whatever filters are currently open in my mind alone. Today I choose to treat myself to a big girl, grown-up, sit-down meal at Le Grand Comptoir at the Houston airport, while … More Paris Back Booth
This girl. Two speeds: wide open and full stop.
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
This is only part of the family that will ride on this motorbike at once. 5 were the most I saw, in the middle of the city, in the middle of traffic. Dad driving, mom behind him with two children between them and one child riding on the gas tank. My first thought was, “You … More Family Car