yes, that is a banana daiquiri, and yes, i have the palate of a 16 year old trapped in the body of a 34 year old. {they apparently don’t carry fuzzy navel wine coolers at this hotel} losers. i’m trying to move into the art of devil may care for the next...
hallelujah for wifi! it’s 2:46am in atlanta, and we have a 4 hour lay over. this is what happens when i ask to stay out of travel planning. thought i’d share with m’loves the inspiration whence packing for my poolside party fun: an overall attempt to...
bags packed. passport found (aaaaaaaaaaah!!) gone is the giddy i usually feel with such a leave of absence. a grouchy winter morphed into a rancorous spring. we all need some respite. i feel like i’m running away, abandoning my family. how do i keep them safe...
we have a new sun today. a mirthful, waggish, tender sun. a sun who will guide us away from the grime and gloom of months passed. this morning i felt her even before i saw her. she played a little hide and seek through my bedroom window for a bit; thoughtfully...
here’s another scene from my weekend away. i had coffee with this monk(?), and his charge every morning. i recalled my favorite quote; from the wisest of men….. “i care not for a man’s religion whose dog and cat are not the better for...
my hopskotch across the northeast entailed a 7 hour stay in an albany marriott. with my kindle out of battery, and informercials as my only television option, i was desperate for other reading material: hmmmm? the bible, the book of mormon, and the spirit to serve...
