It is a summer for foreign travel.
Learning to let go is a lifelong process … for me.
Past the stadium. To the theatre. The Temple.
The days are getting longer.
I’d love some giardiniera right about now.
the gall.
I bought my first ever cross-country train ticket.
Unless you count the time I fell asleep on the Red Line twice – I don’t know that I’ve ever ridden a train for more than thirty miles.
Where were you when your frontal lobe came online?
Is it too early to start my memoirs?
