After the experience we had traveling through Europe with teenagers, it’s probably a wonder I ever left my house with them again. But I did . . .
The (Bonus!) Destination, Part 6: Eorzea by Way of Las Vegas
The Destination, Part 5: Rome
So it shouldn’t have been a surprise to me when my younger child told me off in the middle of the Vatican. But it was.
The Destination, Part 4: Taormina, Sicily; The Amalfi Coast; Positano, Sorrento, and Pompeii
If this trip was a song, the verses would have been the daily experiences and the chorus would have been “I could have spent far more time there, and I was sad to have to leave.”
The Destination, Part 3: Cruising Through Italy – Florence
This was one of those moments where time layered.
The Destination, Part 2: Cruising through France
We could still climb the climb, walk the walk, endure the discomfort and revel in surprise.
The Destination, Part 1: Spain
If I had one takeaway from our trip to, and our time in Spain, it’s to contradict the old adage–when it comes to European travel, it is not the journey, it is the destination.
Don’t Look Back
There was once a time when I did not live without the specter of illness around every corner? I lived a life that wasn’t conditional on the spread of a virus? I spent almost five decades making plans that weren’t likely to be cancelled anywhere, any time, with little notice, because of a nasal-swabbed test result? Could it be true?
Anglophile For Life
Yes, my friends, I went to England this summer. I went during July, when the temperatures in Memphis were sweltering in the humid 90s. I went with my husband, who is English, […]
Stop. Look Up.
Get your head out of that phone. Be the realest thing around. Stop and look up. This is your “one wild and precious life.” Take it all in.
A Sunshine State of Mind, Or, How I Got My Tattoo
As my 30s came to an end I became anxious about this lack of constancy, and blamed it for my husband’s disappearance from my life. “To know who you are,” Carson McCullers once said. “You have to have a place to come from.” How could I expect someone else to know me if I didn’t know myself?
The Gloria Sirens 