Over the years, I’ve consistently journaled about my different travels, mostly for myself, so that I could remember what I saw and heard and felt as I experienced this amazing world of ours. This is part of what I wrote this after traveling to Burgundy with my beloved mother, who died from breast cancer in 2016. I’m so glad…
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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 