she was a 'wanderess.' thus, she didn’t care about money, only experiences – whether they came from wealth or from poverty, it was all the same to her. – roman payne
My exit from California was as dramatic as could be, naturally. The end of my time in the Golden State marked the start of my Eurotrip with my Mom and all my bags were packed when it occurred to me that I had forgotten to download some Office episodes for my consumption in the air. […]
Anyone who has spent any time away from home knows that the hardest times can come when the holidays arrive. I had never been a fan of Thanksgiving, I don’t really like the food, we don’t really have a family get together so why would I be feeling this sensitive? Turns out, you can get […]
It wasn’t until the leaves of autumn glowed brightly that I began to understand why a holiday was needed in October. It had seemed so frivolous to just get a holiday at the end of the month, after years of teaching I should have known better. My patience was wearing and my spirit was antsy […]
July slipped through my hands much like water rushes through our fingers. It was impossible to catch it or collect it in an attempt slow the process. All one could do was watch the memories fuse together meshing into a kaleidoscope of laughter, smiles and beer stained afternoons. A weekend in Arrowhead spent with some […]
As news of my grand adventure plans trickled down the grapevine and through the airwaves my bucket-list began growing by the tenfold. I started recruiting for a trip out to Anza Borrego to explore the Arroyo Tapido Mud Caves. The hands on the clock were moving quite quickly and if we wanted to get to […]
I waited for February 1st, like a child waits for Christmas Day. There were six of us, scattered across the Continental U.S. that were phoning in and refreshing our pages in hopes of landing a reservation. I didn’t think it would happen, these are hard permits to obtain but then it did. At 8:07 the […]
a wanderess tale 