As our aircraft reached the island I listed back and forth in my seat, brimming with excitement about flying to Cuba, glued to the window, peering out from behind the tempered glass at the land below, so lusciously green and
Grey skies threaten overhead as I stand beneath the black wrought-iron balcony of a stately brick home on Royal Street. If New Orleans is a city that unfolds itself in jazz rhythms, today’s melody is slow and somber; lingering piano chords
While at times some of my friends and family may think I live on the road simply wandering wherever looks appealing next, this has never been the case. My travel style has always involved me having a home base from
Right about now I’m wishing I was back in Ireland, in that peaceful land of rolling green hills, twisting towns and rollicking conversations. While living in Spain I had the opportunity to meet my mom and sister in Dublin and
The adult years of my life thus far have – like the title of this blog – been marked by a sense of rambling. Like a scrappy turtle I’ve shuffled around the country and the globe with my belongs on
It’s been nearly twenty years since I first set foot on the White House lawn. In these days before 9/11 it wasn’t difficult to get tickets to visit and so this was one of the first items my family and