One of our readers, Joanna, asked for my thoughts on RV-ing, and it’s a topic my sweetie and I’ve been discussing a lot lately. Here goes…
After spending the better part of the year helping my son, we finally left on our long-delayed and eagerly anticipated trip west. The farther west we went, the calmer I felt. Monsoon season in Santa Fe gave me a rainbow every day. Nights were cooler and much drier than at home in Austin.
By the time we arrived in Durango, Colorado, I felt myself letting go and…
I just returned from a sister’s reunion in New York. Besides the four of us, we invited a dear friend to come along who was tons of fun to be with. We all converged in Albany, New York, where we’d reserved a Suburban to drive the 90 minutes to our sister’s farm. We were delighted when Hertz upgraded us to an Infinity QX80. Green Acres here we come!
I have been growing out my grey hair for a year. I was really curious to see how grey it was, and I hoped I could cash-in on the silver hair trend! A couple of pixie-cuts later, and I love my new color!
Most RV parks are their own little microcosms. Almost half of the “resort” where we are now is comprised of full-time residents, and we’re finding this to be the case in more and more parks. It has become a rare thing to stay at a park that doesn’t allow full-time residents, especially since they’re a steady source of income for park owners in off-season months when tourists and travelers don’t come around.
As for the full-timers, they aren’t necessarily what you’d expect. Well, some are, but the ones we’ve met on our evening walks, aren’t at all.
There are two things I find critical when you live in an RV that’s only 300 square feet: keeping everything shipshape and making sure your space smells clean. Continue Reading
“Comparison is a slippery slope to envy and for the most part, envy wastes energy that could be put towards getting what you want or optimizing what you have.” – Danielle LaPorte
By our age, most of us have gotten over comparing ourselves to other women and are enjoying what we have and playing to our strengths. But what are we to do when the green-eyed monster strikes anyway? Continue Reading
After a wonderful dinner and sublime service at Liberty Bar, the pretty, pink ex-convent in San Antonio, we couldn’t wait to return. Unfortunately our much-anticipated follow-up meal was a disaster. Continue Reading
For 40 years I’ve lived just 80 miles up the road from San Antonio, yet I can probably count the number of times I’ve driven down here.
I was here in the 1950’s as a child, coming by rail from New York City to a train station which no longer exists. I remember the vaulted ceilings, palm trees, and soldiers in uniform everywhere!
Isn’t it funny how one thing leads to another, and the next thing you know, you’re off down the rabbit hole? I heard a great song on my sweetie’s country station the other day, “Your Mama’s Broken Heart” by Miranda Lambert. It’s about going a bit crazy over a break-up, and the refrain made me laugh because her mama’s advice was the same advice my mother always gave me.
A lot of us probably had the same mother, back then, when the biggest concern was “saving face.”