Gulfport, Mississippi.

So, I didn’t actually close on my property on February 28, as I had hoped.  No, that buyer got some weird ideas and went away, but often things work out for the best, which is certainly the case this time.  Instead, we had another offer shortly thereafter and thus closed this last Friday, to a…

London, October.

I am married to an amazing man.  Who also happens to be a pilot.  Which brings along with it, occasionally, some pretty terrific perks, like being able to hop on a flight last minute for a weekend jaunt to London. Now, that actually doesn’t happen as often as I might like.  I have two teenaged…

For the love of flying.

I don’t just travel because I love to go to places.  No, I also travel because I absolutely love flying.  Not everything about it, of course.  I’m not a huge fan of turbulence, and the whole airport scene can be trying, to say the least.  And, oh my goodness, there’s not much worse than a…

New York City, January 2017.

In all my crazy during the past year, with a timeline in my head that is marked as BF and AF (Before February and After February, centered around losing mom to cancer), I had completely forgotten about a pretty amazing trip that I took last January with my then 13 year old son. Yes, one…

Colorado in August.

Last year was a pretty good travel year, looking back on it (we won’t count either January or February of 2017, when the only traveling I did was to the cancer center in Dallas.  Or the year before that.)  Chile in March, Park City, Utah, in April, St. Martin in May, San Francisco in June,…

One year ago, a different kind of journey.

One year ago, on this day, my mother died in my arms.  That is not a metaphor, nor am I speaking figuratively.  My mother quite literally died in my arms.  And the crazy thing is that I’d been praying, begging even, for that moment to come.  And I don’t feel guilty about that, not at…

Ten Million Miles.

“Here I am in younger days, stargazing, painting picture perfect maps, of how my life and love would be.  Not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection, my compass, faith in love’s perfection, I missed ten million miles of road I should have seen.”  The Indigo Girls, Love’s Recovery. Is there anybody out there who is…

St. Martin in June.

Travel is a balm for my soul.  I think I must get easily bored and just need the stimulation  of it all; even the getting to and around in the airport feels exciting to me when there is the possibility of visiting someplace new (or heck, not so new.  Sometimes I just. Need. To. Go.)…

Valparaiso, Chile.

Only a traveler would try to heal from two years’ worth of taking care of a cancer patient  followed by that patient’s death by going to, say, South America.  But less than a month after mom passed away, that is what I did.  I went along with my husband on a trip of his to…