“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.
If you are considering making a commitment to welcoming a canine into your home, I’d like to share what I learned from adopting a dog from the pet shelter because I was under the impression adopting a dog from a pet shelter was less expensive than getting one from a dog breeder.
Pivotal moments happen throughout our lives sending us down the path of our destiny. Little did I know how my fifth grade Christmas gift exchange and the worst Christmas gift I ever received would send me down the path of becoming the world’s greatest gift giver.
Coincidence or Something Bigger? Paying Respects at the Vietnam Wall of Southwest Florida in Punta Gorda
I had a random encounter at the Vietnam Wall of Southwest Florida in Punta Gorda that has me wondering whether it was coincidence or something bigger.
I’m sharing this experience because I think it was more than a coincidence and a message, or something, from the other side. Or maybe not. For the last few years on Memorial Day, I visit the Sarasota National Cemetery but first visit my grandfather’s grave in Sarasota to ensure he has an American flag. He served in the Coast Guard during WWII.
I love a bargain and appreciate thrift shops, however, my recent quest for a new travel purse cost me a little more than I anticipated. In fact, when it’s all said and done, I ended up spending triple digits last weekend but not just for the purses.
Holy cow. Can’t believe it’s April already. The first quarter of 2016 is over and I feel as though I haven’t accomplished a darn thing. Why? Because I purposely did not plan any travel for January, February and March because there were other thing I wanted to accomplish: Finish editing photos from last year’s cruises with Viking to Portugal and Germany’s Christmas markets. Write blog posts about the...
I didn’t know her but unknowingly standing in front of her name etched in bronze, I was heavy with sadness. Blinking away tears and trying to hide them from my friend, I looked for distractions while he photographed the scenery.
“Afghanistan will haunt you.” When these words were repeated during my 10-day visit to Kabul, I didn’t understand the meaning. A year later, I still struggle to comprehend the trip as images of Afghanistan haunt me.
Reflecting on 2014, it’s been one wild, excellent ride. The year was full of travel, good people, soul-searching, new experiences, and the continual evolution of being a better me. I have much gratitude for the opportunities afforded to me within the last year but I’m most grateful for making my peace.
Change can be heavy but it’s good. “You’re in the beginning of your seventh year. Of course everything will be okay,” the medium at Florida’s Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp told me after I asked, “Will I find a place to live in Tallahassee?”
What have you damaged in a hotel room?? If it hasn’t happened to you already, someday it will. Oh, trust me.
I wholeheartedly believe being a little scared brings out the best in a person. With the end of 2013 I’m looking back and remembering an incredible year. I traveled to three continents , met inspiring and good people, and emotionally grew by pushing personal boundaries.
As a single woman who’s trekked off to some groovy places around the globe, I sometimes think I’m invincible. Lately, I’ve come to accept no man or woman is an island and I simply can’t rely on myself to muddle through life. Last year when my sweet Mickey went off to the Rainbow Bridge, it began hitting home how alone I am.