October 4th, 2017 marks one year on the road for us! Before leaving the USA we researched and read many blogs to see what this venture would cost us. We wanted to be prepared. It can be hard to gauge what will be needed for budget travel, but we started out with a goal of spending... Continue Reading →
As our bus approached the border to Panama, I gazed out the bus window and was mesmerized . . . . One hundred and three days later we said goodbye to Panama and a piece of our hearts. We fell in love with the country and the people we met.
I was 90 feet (27 meters) underwater and struggling to pull air in through my regulator. I told myself to calm down. I knew my anxiety was the contributing issue. People die from letting fear take over. I knew I needed to fight this fear and I wanted to conquer it.
He finished the molten colored liquid in his shot glass leaned to the side and pulled out his pistol. The only sound was the metal hitting wood as it was placed on the table.
Over 85 horses clopped through the stable's pathway where we had setup bails of hay, chairs and tables for the revelers to hang out while waiting for the start of the ride.
"There's been a murder," Trin said in such a dramatic tone that I almost expected to hear the Law and Order signature double orchestral stab.
I kept my eyes on the tile floor as I was wheeled toward the x-ray room. I was in a wheelchair in a flimsy hospital gown, the kind that sort of closes in the back, barely. I’m sure there are a lot of considerations in the gown’s design, but there has to be a better... Continue Reading →
It was early evening and we had just started heading out on the long driveway out of the property when across the headlights of the Ford Escort ran a tiny white furry blur. Roger stomped on the brakes and the car skidded to a stop on the crunchy gravel road. He backed up to where the... Continue Reading →
I heard a scratching sound, close by. I reached for my phone under my pillow. It was 1AM. The scratching continued and was accompanied by the crinkling sound of a plastic bag. I turned on the phone's flashlight and pointed it toward the noise above our heads. It was a large, might I say very large roach,... Continue Reading →
They say some things are better left buried. I have often thought about writing a book about breaking free from my previous marriage that was wrought with abuse. The book would delve into what it took to break away from the religious legalism that kept me there for so long. Everyone goes through struggles in life and mine are no more... Continue Reading →