I had a mini-adventure last week, traveling to Sanibel and Captiva in Florida, for six days of shelling, sunning, swimming and inspiration with Mark. Continue reading
I’ve mentioned that I’m a bit green-eyed when it comes to my adventuring daughter, Molly. Well, now I find myself also a bit jealous of a 16-year-old fictional character who struggles in a life more difficult than I can imagine.
So, what’s up with that? Continue reading
A few weeks ago, I marked the day when I’d been home from Hawaii for as long as I had been away on the trip. And I marveled at the discrepancy in how each span of time felt to me. The 18 days on Kona flew by; in comparison, it felt like I’d been home for far longer than two and a half weeks. Continue reading
And then there was the narcissist. Continue reading
I felt sorry for Molly on New Year’s Eve. I wished there was someone her age who could stay up until midnight. I decided I’d have to take that on and be a good sport. Continue reading
We were contented but weary travelers as we drove from Mauna Kea to our home away from home on the coffee farm. All the excitement, packing and unpacking between Airbnbs and physical exertion were taking a minor toll, at least on me. I was looking forward to snuggling up on the futon with the cats purring around us. Continue reading
Once again, Molly navigated and I drove through rain to get to our place in Hilo. It was dark, and we were antsy and feeling a bit like nomads when we arrived about 7:30 p.m. Molly directed us into a modern complex, and we parked in the spot that corresponded with our room—213. At the door, Molly punched in a code: 1948. We were inside. Continue reading