Tag: #travel

My Side of the Mountain

“The Secret Garden” “Tom Sawyer” “A Present for the Princess” “My Side of the Mountain” Disney’s “Sleeping Beauty”, “Snow White”, “The Wizard of Oz” and Dad’s soothing, animated voice lulling me to sleep, assuring me that all is well in the world and that… Continue Reading “My Side of the Mountain”

Princess for a week

I poured my cousin’s prune juice into my coffee this morning.  The cabin was dark, and I was stunned out of a glorious sleep-in sleep by room service or a stewart (not so sure what staff is called on a giant cruise vessel). Shadowy… Continue Reading “Princess for a week”

Trust The Women

For all the years I’ve been visiting my daughter, I rarely explore The City solo. That’s the best way to learn, when you have to figure it out by yourself. Like learning a language, when all roads lead back to you, you eventually get hip. Or… Continue Reading “Trust The Women”

Nothing is an Accident

I’ve been traveling since August 8, returning to the South Bay briefly to attend my friend’s funeral. I won’t be back to my home turf until October 18 where I’ll visit, errand, and reconnect with family and friends before leaving on my Fall Sojourn… Continue Reading “Nothing is an Accident”

In “enemy” territory

Note: This was written prior to the assassination attempt on former President Trump. OK, OK, OK, I’m going to write about our Fourth of July in OK, an in-process family reunion and what it’s like being embedded in Trumpland, Texoma, Oklahoma.  Let’s start with… Continue Reading “In “enemy” territory”

My Big, Strong Brother

My big, strong brother woke me and his wife up this morning. 6 a.m. Florida time or as my body clock reminds me every time I fly to the East Coast, 3 a.m., but after two days gallivanting around the Magic Kingdom and Epcot… Continue Reading “My Big, Strong Brother”

This Life of Mine

The Last Breakfast. The Last Sunset. The Last Frog-choral Midnight Concert. The Last Dinner with Friends. The Last Patch of Starry Quietude before heading south toward family and the past.  “You could have stayed there forever, a small child in a corner, on the… Continue Reading “This Life of Mine”

Figuring It Out

I’m at the campground, sans reception, sans discussion, conversation, YouTube, “Los Angeles Times”, CNN, here by my lonesome, figuring it out by-my-lonesome, not-so-lonesome self. 67, close to 68, in the sun, in the gale force winds, in the yesterday afternoon’s Vineyard Drive Brecon Wine… Continue Reading “Figuring It Out”

Family Vacation

I am the most blessed woman on Planet Earth. I embrace that, send praises to God and my unbelievably generous family. Eternally grateful. I’m beyond, beyond, beyond aware that if it wasn’t for my niece and her husband, I wouldn’t be here. No way, no how.… Continue Reading “Family Vacation”

Really, not really

Home, not really. South Bay, not really. Schedule, not really. Ambition, not really. Stress, not really. Anger, frustration, blame, regrets, not really.  I’m here, sitting on a camp chair overlooking the blustery sea in my sister and cousin’s unfinished Palos Verdes Estates home, a… Continue Reading “Really, not really”