Travel Bug

I was bitten, I suspect, by the wanderlust bug as a child playing in the backyard in my bare feet in early spring. While my physical body was bound by fences and threats from my mother not to leave the yard, my nimble imagination was free to explore every corner of this piece of earth. … More Travel Bug

No Pizza in Pisa

 The first night of our Italian adventure begins. As we leave our hotel we stop at the front desk to ask ‘Sarah’ for directions to “The Tower.” “Oh, it is very closa. Just go down thisa waya. Turn lefta and it is there.” We turned before we were supposed to, compelled by some unknown shiny … More No Pizza in Pisa

Signs

        “The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.” Saint Augustine Discovery Bay, Jamaica:  I share the photo of Jamaica because it was this trip that forced me to get my passport, taking me off the single page and thrusting me out into the world. … More Signs

Dis-Ease

It’s happening again. Like all chronic conditions the symptoms are easily recognizable. Sometimes they slam right into me like a freight train and all I can do is respond in kind, quick and fierce. Attack back.  Other times, like now,  they creep in, allowing me time to ponder, cope, maybe reverse course or at least … More Dis-Ease