I never expected to be in Spain in May. Living as a runaway, though, when adventure knocks on my door, I let it in. Sure, it’s risky, but taking chances is what leads to the magical unexpected. … More Spain, unexpected.
Me and Waterloo. We were together almost forty-five years. I’ve been hanging on since I left going on two years now. Time to face the music and figure out if I am ready to crawl under the covers with Halifax. … More I’m ready to talk about…
No matter where you live or for how long, life is always a whole lot brighter when you’ve a best friend at your side. This post is for mine. … More Letter to my best friend, Leslie.
Malcolm Gladwell sure can write, but did you know he can act? I’m not saying I intend to take the credit for discovering this, but I’m not saying I won’t either. … More Dear Malcolm Gladwell (and me)
Am I fated to a life of the best laid plans? So be it if it means at 55 I am still having adventures. … More Karalee of no fixed Christmas
Oh hey, why you need to follow me before I am famous and how in doing so, you help me help other woman who need to know running away is good, very very good… plus get me a bit closer to my latest goals. Read on. … More Woo hoo! I be Instagrammin…
Welcome to my latest approach to middle-aged living. It comes with a couple of 20-something roomies. … More My 20-something epoch…
I’m back! No, I’m still here. But back having adventures as a 55-year old runaway. … More My crazy life.
One year later, I must say goodbye to The Cave. I will neither forget it nor all that it taught me about home. … More Good bye to The Cave
12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. No matter how you slice it, what a difference a year can make. … More Karalee of fixed address
