Mom loved Christmas. As a kid, I remember her being on the floor, handing out the presents that were under the tree. Dad would be sitting in a chair, with the movie camera (the old 8mm kind with the big-ass floodlights) or the regular film camera as we got a bit older. But, Mom,…
As I approach that big 5-0 birthday, I think Iām getting more and more philosophical about life – and more importantly how much my life has changed in the last decade. Travel has played a huge roll in those changes, travel and the loss of my mom. However, the loss of my mom is…
The yellow butterflies are gone. Itās 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 Momā¦and there she was. A yellow butterfly popped…
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 Iāve ever had to go through. And it has forever changed me. But, gosh, I think about how…
Iām not changing my mind. I know. How can this be so in light of the weekendās events? Last week I said that I donāt think the world is unsafe. I donāt believe itās 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, āYou travel all over the placeĀ by yourself. You donāt seem to worry about being out in this unsafe world.ā It was something to that effect. Since he was an elderlyĀ gentleman, I refrained from going ballistic (my usual reaction). So, my response went something like this, āThe world has always…