The yellow butterflies are gone. It’s almost winter. I knew this was coming. I believe I saw the last one about a week ago. It was the day before Thanksgiving and I was out for a walk on a warm November day. I was thinking of Mom…and there she was. A yellow butterfly popped…
As I sit on the doorstep of a new decade – I’ll turn 50 in less than 2 months – I thought about how I began this decade…on a 20 hour bus ride in Argentina with my then-boyfriend. It’s been a crazy decade filled with adventure, travel, love and loss. But, I thought about…
I could sit here and complain about what a shitty year this has been. I could tell you I have nothing to be thankful for this year. The loss of my mom is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to go through. And it has forever changed me. But, gosh, I think about how…
I can’t say that Paris was a destination that was high on my list when I was in my 30’s. But, after watching Pixar’s Ratatouille countless times, I decided I had to go. I mean, thinking about Remy’s expression as he comes out of the sewer and realizes he’s in Paris…well, Remy’s excitement and child-like…
I’m not changing my mind. I know. How can this be so in light of the weekend’s events? Last week I said that I don’t think the world is unsafe. I don’t believe it’s any more dangerous or crazier than it was 100 years ago or even 1000 years ago. I stand by this.…
Someone said to me recently, “You travel all over the place by yourself. You don’t seem to worry about being out in this unsafe world.” It was something to that effect. Since he was an elderly gentleman, I refrained from going ballistic (my usual reaction). So, my response went something like this, “The world has always…
