Meet Me in Martinique…
We’re late, and I’m sorry. It’s all my fault… The contest started last week, somewhere between the latest birthday and my last PC crash (more on that in a moment…). But if we hurry, there’s still a chance…! [Read more →]
We’re late, and I’m sorry. It’s all my fault… The contest started last week, somewhere between the latest birthday and my last PC crash (more on that in a moment…). But if we hurry, there’s still a chance…! [Read more →]

I was headed for snowy Highbanks Metro Park this morning and ended up in Bermuda. Sadly, this was not a literal event. If I could make that happen on a Friday morning, my purse would hold more than its standard necessities of dental floss, crushed red peppers, and “lunch money”. No; it began as a quick ten minute journey through some old photos, boxed and awaiting eventual organization. But, in searching for some ice-laden winter shots from my favorite running trails, I stumbled into photos from my first BYOB(C) -”Bring Your Own Birth Certificate”- trip. So, I guess Highbanks will wait… I’m remembering the thrill of getting up out of Ohio and spotting coral reefs through an airplane window for the first time. [Read more →]
Recently, I wrote about a “favorite day” spent in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. It began on a city bus that dumped me unceremoniously at the edge of a Wal-Mart parking lot.
A "Favorite Day" in Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco (Part Two) [4:53m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download
One of my favorite days began on an uncomfortably crowded bus in Nuevo Vallarta.
My dad’s been gone seven years this past week. Election Day morning in 2000. Cancer. Mom died shortly afterward, before the earliest spring bulbs had even emerged. Grief no longer grips us, but it gives each who remain a meaningful hug every now and then. The anniversaries of their absences serve as bookmarks in our lives. The events in our stories don’t always measure “fair”, but the life itself remains an incredible gift… [Read more →]