A friend who lives in Connecticut called me last week. Apparently the polar vortex and all of the crazy weather that has been affecting the country got to be a bit too much for her.
“I need a beach–somewhere warm, not too far from an airport. I need to get out of here,” she said.
She’s not the only one who has been feeling this way. From tweets to Facebook posts to conversations that I’ve had with friends living from Colorado to Atlanta to New Hampshire, everyone’s a bit over the cold and ready for the beach. Continue reading
The starting point for my almost-a-month in Colombia, Cartagena is a bustling tourist destination that welcomes guests from around South America and the rest of the world. I spent a total of almost six days in this colonial city– here are some of the highlights. Eat Cartagena is on Caribbean coast of Colombia and, … Continue reading
I recently made a trip down to Denver International Airport, a 2.5 hour drive, for a 10-minute appointment. Then I drove 2.5 hours back.
Yes. A 10-minute appointment.
But, I didn’t complain because that five hours and 10 minutes will save me an infinite amount of time–and frustration–in the future. At least, that’s the plan. Continue reading
I attended the Great American Beer Festival (GABF) two weekends ago in Denver. Now that I have (somewhat) recovered, I feel like I can honestly and succinctly write about it. It was amazing. Succinct enough for you? All joking aside, I have to admit that I went into the GABF with a few preconceived notions that … Continue reading
I don’t remember exactly what year it was, but I think I was in fifth grade. I do remember being incredibly excited to be going to a concert. My first real concert.
My parents were taking my sister and me to see Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton in Columbia, SC. Continue reading
I don’t like funerals. I don’t look at open caskets. I’m not one for platitudes or pats on the shoulder or being told that God just needed another angel to heaven. It’s a nice thought, but I’m not quite sure that God was putting together a foursome and thought of Papa. Who knows—maybe that’s exactly what happened.
But I do love the civilities of being Southern and the rituals of a Southern funeral. This is not to say that a Northern funeral is not as nice. I’m sure it is. But I remember attending the funeral in high school when my Northern grandmother died. It wasn’t the same. Continue reading
I love postcards. I love picking them out, finding just the right image for the right person. I love writing them, figuring out how much will fit into the blank space, judging how much of a story I can tell without running out of room. I love the idea that, in this day of email and Facebook posts and Instagram, I can send a brightly colored card from wherever I happen to be and, hopefully, make the recipient happy that they opened their mailbox that day. I know I’m always happy when I receive one. Continue reading