Category Archives: Travel

Playdate at Ralphie’s House

It’s easy to love A Christmas Story. Even if you don’t love Christmas, the movie speaks to either a childhood that you had or one that you longed for. An amazing blend of a uniquely American holiday experience, a coming … Continue reading

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That Time I Almost Peed on the Rug

There are fourteen two story outhouses in the United States. Fourteen. I’ve seen a few. I’m not going to say that “See All 14 Two Story Outhouses” is on my bucket list, but I’m also not prone to missing an … Continue reading

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Kidnapped a Friend

I have kidnapped a friend. I think that I’d be great at improv, because when I commit, I COMMIT. My great friend just hit U.S. soil after a long deployment somewhere unsavory (or very savory–depends on your point of view, … Continue reading

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Angel Was Here Monument

I’m not Mormon, so my adding the Angel Was Here Monument to my “Road Trip Bucket List” seemed like a strange choice to some. I entertained a lot of ‘Whys’ and requests for explanation so here’s how it breaks down: … Continue reading

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Ridiculous. Squared.

I’m prone to exaggerate. It’s fine, I’ve come to terms with it. But I’m also kind of a magnet for the ridiculous. Which I’ve come to embrace. The trouble happens when something truly DELICIOUSLY ridiculous happens to me but, because … Continue reading

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Dash Away Fall

The leaves have mostly fallen from the trees. The hangers-on are starting to look a little forlorn–like desperate girls still at the bar for last call, vibrating with an embarrassing hope that it is hard to look at. In deference … Continue reading

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Autumn. . . and Galoshes

Every good person deserves a New England autumn. Even a bad person could quite possibly be redeemed by one. I think this at least once every day right now. I used to live in a place where the Indian Summers … Continue reading

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