I’ve been writing a lot lately about France. In fact, I’ve pretty much only been writing about France, in preparation for an upcoming workshop that is, much to my delight, filling up quickly with participants! However, this past weekend I took a different sort of trip, to someplace decidedly less glamorous and, it could be…
Tag: breast cancer
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…
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…
Ten Million Miles 