travel
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A love letter to the places that feed both body and soul… Asking someone to name the best restaurant in town is a little like asking them to name the best song ever written, the best porch to sit on, or the best way to make cornbread. You can try to make it official, you…
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Some meals blur into the hum of travel. Others arrive with a silver spoon, a rainstorm, and a dessert that literally catches fire. I still remember my first brunch at Brennan’s in New Orleans as if the courtyard were framed in glass just for us. We were on vacation in our motorhome, headed toward Mexico,…
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There are people who pack a bag because they have to, and then there are people like me—people who have been quietly packing imaginary suitcases since childhood. Travel has always had a little corner of my heart, probably tucked somewhere between a road map, a bag of snacks, and the sound of tires humming down…
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Reading has always been a form of travel for me. I can be sitting in my favorite chair, wearing socks that absolutely do not match, and suddenly I am walking cobblestone streets, crossing windswept fields, or standing at the edge of some ancient cliff with my imagination doing all the heavy lifting. Books do that.…
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If I had to be an animal for exactly one week—not forever, not for tax reasons, just one weird magical trial period—I would absolutely be an otter. Not a lion. Not an eagle. Not one of those majestic horses in perfume commercials. An otter. Why? Because otters seem like they have cracked the code to…
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If I could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? That sounds like such a simple question, doesn’t it? The kind you might answer over coffee, or while staring out a window, or while scrolling through photos of places where the grass is suspiciously green and nobody ever seems to have laundry piled…
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A nostalgic reflection on the journey from blanket forts to lifelong outdoor appreciation Some of my fondest childhood memories are wrapped up in sleeping bags and woven through the canvas of backyard tents. Camping was more than just a summer pastime, it was a doorway to adventure, discovery, and family connection. Looking back, those early…
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There is a certain kind of weather that brings me the most joy. It begins with a cool morning, where dew sparkles on the leaves and grass while the sun starts to rise. The sky gradually shifts to pink as the warmth spreads, and then the pink fades away, leaving behind clear blue skies. As…
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Rambling on about memories and dreaming of adventure on the rails… Traveling across the country by train to me would be a unique and memorable adventure that combines breathtaking scenery, relaxation, and a taste of nostalgia. One of my favorite and most precious childhood memories is that of riding the Nancy Hanks train from the…
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Rambling on about my Rambling Shoes… My favorite shoes are my Merrell Hiking Shoes. I bought them from Mercari, new with tags, and they have carried me places I did not think I would ever be able to traverse. They are comfortable and steady me, even my ole’ woman self with her bad feet and…
Dirt Road Therapy 