Wish I could fly
The earth below would be our new museum, filled with pieces of tree, water, and grass art.
Category Archives: Parks
Way up in Maine
In July, Todd and I, feeling like prisoners in our own home, decided to venture out to Northern Maine. It would be Jackson’s first vacation with us. He would stay […]
Mr. B Bird’s Domain
We pulled up to the port in Auckland just after a beautiful sunrise. It was our first time in the area and we were excited to get off the ship […]
Beautiful Bruges
The color, the history, the water and the chocolate mix together to make a silky smooth beautiful place called Bruges. Oh and I forgot to throw the Swans in that […]
Stroll by Rosenborg
When our transatlantic cruise ended in Copenhagen, we found ourselves with several hours to kill before our hotel was ready. We hopped on the train and a few minutes later, […]
Hamlet’s place
Todd, Britt (my Danish sister) and I went for a ride north of Copenhagen. We drove next to the sea and watched as Sweden waved back at us from the […]
It’s back
It came back yesterday with a blast, knocking us down with winds and smacking our faces with ice.
23-17
Big moments in life are rare, especially if you are an Ole Miss football fan. I, since birth, have rooted for the Rebels. Forty-one years of mostly difficult Sundays, teased […]
My winding path
My life feels like a winding path, leading to the same place, or maybe not. It’s a walk by a river, always moving, always the same. It’s the bumps and […]
The tales of an empty bench
There is something about an empty bench. They whisper stories of past sitters. They probe your mind and analyze your brain. What do they say to you?
