Looking for awesome Wonder Woman jewelry? C’mon. Don’t make me use the Golden Lasso on you to tell the truth! I have a hunch, when you were a kid, you were a fan of Wonder Woman, too.
Morgan Matheny is like most teenagers. The 14-year-old attends public school in Central Florida, plays basketball, and aspires to pursue a medical career. When not in school, chances are she’s buckled into Demolition Diva as her alter ego Mad Mo, paving the way for girls in pro monster trucks.
Solo Travel Girl’s 8th anniversary is May 1, 2017, and to celebrate, I’m hosting a $50 Amazon.com Gift Card Giveaway! Time sure does fly when you are having fun and I certainly have had some fun traveling and blogging over the years. I am also celebrating the success of Women Innovators: Leaders, Makers & Givers, Vol. 3, which was released earlier this spring and is a best-seller on Amazon.com. I am a contributing...
I’ve been told many times I’m brave but really, I’m not. But, you want to know who in my life was brave? My friend Barb who packed up her truck and cat to retire in Mexico. She was a strong, brave woman and although I am not going to share her challenges and triumphs, I will share with you her journey south to retire in Mexico.
“What’s it like LIVING in a national park?” is usually the second question people ask after asking, “What is your favorite national park?” when they learn I spent 10 years living and working in America’s crown jewels. “It’s like living with family,” is my response, because it is.
My foodie nose found a “magically delicious” trail and I’m adding it to my list of things to do in Ohio. It’s called the Butler County Donut Trail.
These speedy little gems are offered by Riding the Waves located at Skip’s Marina on Placida Road in Englewood where guided tours are offered.
Hey everybody! In case you haven’t noticed I haven’t been around lately. But I’ve been active on Twitter, Instagram and Facebook. So, here’s the lowdown as to what Solo Travel Girl has been up to…
Just as there is no crying in baseball, there is no crying on a Harley-Davidson motorcycle. Yeah, well, I’m here to confess I did just that. Straddling 500-some pounds of hot metal between my legs on a cool December evening, I sat bawling because I accepted reality – I am not coordinated enough to drive a motorcycle.