There is always something we can do to improve our own health and well-being ... get outside.
London Bridge is strong and beautiful and well-traveled in the warm Arizona sunshine. Yep … Arizona!
Vintage markets are always fun, like this one in Southern California.
Sitting in a spa chair with warm water swirling around my tired feet, it occurred to me I don’t relax enough. My mind, like the water, was swirling around the word, “ahhhh.” This luxurious last-minute diversion in our day, part of a quick three-day break from the daily grind, got me thinking about vacations. After… Continue reading Relaxing Isn’t Just For Vacation
I have come to appreciate meandering. For most of my life, nearly everything I did was rush, rush, rush. About the same time Greg and I got together, I learned how to slow down.
I am a writer and travel is my muse. Almost every time I board a plane or a train or even get into a car for a road trip my mind begins to work up some sort of story or thought. I have napkins full of scribbled thoughts. I have filled the margins of the… Continue reading Travel … or Escape?
A recent drive across a short stretch of desert in Arizona has me wondering about a classic desert plant, the Saguaro cactus. These tall, prickly plants with their outstretched arms and stand-up-straight trunks, almost human-like, dot the landscape like guardians of the sand. This particular stretch of road west of Phoenix, will soon be a… Continue reading Same Road, Different Season
Greg and I make no secret of the fact that we are each other’s third wife/husband. One of the things we say is that it took three tries to get it right. It’s only half in jest. We both recognize that with age comes a self-awareness and comfort that makes it easier to know what… Continue reading From Exes to Ohs
It doesn’t matter where I’m going, I get excited about travel, I mean REALLY excited. I let excitement take over like a kid on Christmas Eve. I giggle. I jump up and down. I can’t sleep. For some trips, the excitement is worse than others. I barely get any sleep at all before bucket list… Continue reading Excitement and Travel Go Hand-In-Hand
I wake from a quick nap at 37,000 feet and look over at Greg. He’s in his happy place -- the window seat this time. We take turns because we both love looking out the window as we fly. He doesn’t see me looking at him. He is turned away; his face is pressed against the… Continue reading Flying is His Happy Place