I’m feeling overwhelmed by the lack of grace in the world right now. How about you? Perhaps it’s fallout from the presidential election. Maybe it’s the bombardment of all things Christmas, which, let’s be honest, has been ongoing since November 1. Maybe it’s the lack of attention to this blog:
Remember that amazing picture of my mom that I submitted for Vagabond’s photo contest? Sadly, it didn’t win. The picture that did was taken from the top of a mountain…on a ridiculously beautiful day. Unfortunately for me (and my photography), we didn’t experience many sunny days while in Ireland. Occasionally we had good visibility, sure.
Could you help me? Vagabond Tours is having a photo contest for the best picture taken by a customer during their 2015 tours. You know I love a good contest, but I’m not exactly a professional photographer, and I’m having problems choosing which pictures to submit. What’s the prize? The winner receives
I might have crossed a line. When Jekyll Island’s Facebook account commented on one of my posts, I likened myself to a giddy school girl talking about that cute guy in math class. It was meant to be as adorable as I am. But now I’m thinking I came off
Before we left for Jekyll Island, my husband purchased a bike rack for the car so we could take our super awesome Sun Bicycles with us. The purchase was, perhaps, the best decision of the trip. I adore the bike paths on Jekyll Island, absolutely adore them. With almost 25 miles of
My husband and I have been spending the week with my parents on Jekyll Island, Georgia. I adore this place for its outdoor activities (golf, tennis, biking) as well as its unspoiled coastline. It’s difficult to find a beach that isn’t peppered by Wings, Eagles, and high-rise condos, and I was
Back to Ireland! Wait…what? You thought I was done with The Emerald Isle? Hardly. I’ve just been distracted by impromptu girls’ weekend and YouTube channels and such. But there’s still a lot of ground to cover. So here we go. Last month, there was an article floating around the interwebs about eleven
Dad called yesterday. He’s ready to go back to South Africa. Maybe he’s got the travel bug after my trip with Mom? Regardless, I started craving some South African treats and not just biltong or melktert. I was craving the ultimate comfort food: chicken schnitzel with cheese sauce, or as
I am 37 years old. For at least 32 of those years, I have played some form of softball, starting with t-ball at Lyndon Recreation when I was just 4 or 5 years old. It’s a long time to play, and at this point in my life, the glory days
