There are no right ways to say goodbye. But sometimes, if we’re lucky, we manage to figure out how we need to do it. … More The unexpected expected.
It just wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t share the bad with the good. Get ready to feel really good about wherever your life is at the moment by having an close up and personal peek into my cluster *uck summer. … More My summer of discontent.
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.
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