Every summer from the time I can remember, my parents would load up the car with camping gear, kids and dog and off we would go. Often, we camped as a means to get to a destination; most frequently, travelling Continue reading Camping? Not for me!→

A change is as good as a rest, or so we are told. The time I spend in San Miguel de Allende each winter is proof of this: I work while I am there, but the change of pace, beautiful Continue reading Disconnecting and unwinding→

Books have been part of my life for as long as I can remember. First, being read to by my parents, then poring over books before I could read the words and, then, glorious day, the freedom of being able Continue reading So many books, so little time→