Choosing Now.

Choosing Now.

“CHOICE”. The word was tattooed in big letters, all capitals, screaming at me from the arm of the bartender who served my lunch in the dingy pub of a Philadelphia airport hotel. I confess, I’d been sitting at the bar moping before the man with the fabulous tattoo delivered my soda water. Even with all… more…

Seeking Silence

Seeking Silence

Crickets. It’s been quiet here lately. Silent, actually. There’s going to be no apologies. No excuses for abandoning you readers here without words for so long. I have missed you, but I’m actually not sorry. You see, I left you on purpose. No, I didn’t quit my blog. I didn’t run out of words after… more…

Plans vs. Possibilities

Plans vs. Possibilities

Tonight at dinner, my friend Ruthie asked me the best question ever. It was so good that it caught me off guard. All week long, I’ve been catching up with friends over lunches and lattes and attempting to answer the obvious inquiry to someone in my current state, “So, what are you going to do… more…

Riding a Bike and Homecoming Survival Skills

Riding a Bike and Homecoming Survival Skills

Last week I dusted off my road bike that spent three lonely years in storage while I was living in Cambodia. I tuned her up, fixed her flats and took her out for a spin around the city. When I first clipped my cycling shoes into the pedals, I felt a little nervous. It had… more…

#18 Rainy Day Wave Riding in Cambodia

#18 Rainy Day Wave Riding in Cambodia

It’s wet outside where I am wandering today, and the weather has me reminiscing about rainy days in Cambodia. Since it helps to laugh when the sky is grey, here’s an embarrassing tale about mixing monsoons and motorbikes. Living in Phnom Penh, I drove a mildly beat up blue Honda “Wave” motorbike. When I first… more…

A Love Affair with Music

A Love Affair with Music

If you’ve actually met me in real life you know I suck at music and it’s obvious. I know nothing about popular tunes. I have no clue who is who at the Grammy’s, and if I sat next to the most famous singer in the universe on a plane I probably would have no idea… more…

#17 Missing in Malaga: How to Lose a Landrover

#17 Missing in Malaga: How to Lose a Landrover

Remember when I lost my rental car in Barcelona? Well, there must be something about the air in Spain that makes me lose my sense of direction. I find myself in whirlwinds a lot (probably because I create them). In the midst of a whirlwind, the first thing that blows away is typically my memory…. more…