We have a friendly pair of bar stools waiting for us at the end of each week. We have selectively weaned out those stools in our favorite watering holes that do not offer us optimum space, premium access to the bartender, and the most satisfying ambience. Of course, we can adjust if need be, but…… Continue reading Bar stool anthology
It was late September when I heard a familiar whisper prompting me to book a room at my favorite spot, The Lands End Inn, Provincetown, MA. After scanning the reservation availability, I found a great rate on a room my husband and I had never booked before. From there we both built up a healthy bit of anticipation; picturing ourselves relaxing in a pair of worn white…… Continue reading Seat with a view!
Celebrate with me! Enjoy my first published piece, as seen in Country Magazine, August/September 2016 issue. ~I asked my 77-year-old mother, Lois, to accompany me last summer on a road trip through northern New England, where quaint narrow back roads weave in and out of secluded historic small towns, and towering green giants and…… Continue reading Road-Tripping with Mom
When we last heard from “Little Things,” she was resting comfortably in Rye, New Hampshire; nestled beneath towering pines, eager to see what New England had to offer. She would wait patiently for Matt and Adria to plan some exciting excursions, but unfortunately, she would not be included in their explorations of the east coast. “Basically, the humidity of summer…… Continue reading “Little Things”…RIP!
After taking the newlyweds to California on a surf adventure, “Little Things” was ready for a hiatus. For the next five months, most of her time was spent lounging behind the kids’ home, with only sporadic visits by Matt, Adria, and Cora, when she became their private backyard retreat. But, those times kicking back were about to change. Rumors about…… Continue reading “Little Things” travels cross country!
…until it couldn’t. Celebrating the golden years of a Great Western camper. When I was a kid, back in the 70’s, our pop-up trailer represented family time. My extremely detailed mother planned our vacations; packing every nook and cranny of the camper and Ford Bronco with supplies and treats, and dad, well, he was forced to relax. I can…… Continue reading The little camper that could…