Then you open it and realize it’s an invitation. Oh, no! I might have to go somewhere I’ve never been to meet someone I don’t know!
It was a tough choice — possible detection, boob embarrassment, or no apple pie.
I could make the trip on my bare-bones budget but it would mean skipping all the fun stuff, like visiting friends, eating out, and exploring. And isn’t that the point?
I inhaled the intoxicating fragrance of sun-warmed pine needles mixed with sage, listened to the quiet, and I knew:
This is still my special place.
Everyone, it seems, is out to cram as much fun as possible into the weekend.
There are dirt paths you can walk or dirt roads you can drive (or walk). I like ‘em both, but what I …
[This is a copy of a letter I wrote yesterday to my local congresswoman, asking for help for a dear friend. If his …
I set myself a “stupid small” goal of writing just ten words. That’s all. If I could do that, I would consider the day a success.
I am heartbroken at the news of Robin Williams’s tragic passing. As a tribute, I am rerunning this post from several years ago. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Have you ever seen a Midwestern tourist on winter vacation in a sunny clime? Bermuda shorts and legs the color of Xerox paper? That was me, year-round, only I had the good sense to avoid wearing shorts.