Signs of California wine country are everywhere as we drive in from San Francisco. Some are in the form of the rose bushes found in every vineyard . . . , . . . others such as fascinating little eateries like the Boonfly Cafe pop up, seemingly out of nowhere . . . , and
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I find myself longing, daydreaming for extra minutes just to have more time to write . . .
A storm called Jonas does not steal quietly into South Florida. It announces its presence on a Friday with strong winds and pouring rain while I type away, enjoying my usual lunch of crunchy peanut butter toast. Although I normally love the snap of the billowing canvas that reminds me of sailing on a rough
In the farthest corner of my house, in a room very occasionally used as a guestroom, there is a box that rests high on a shelf in the closet. In the box, thanks to my mother, is everything I have ever written from the time I could hold a crayon through my senior year in
A day from last summer’s adventure.
Following a two year travelling hiatus, the day finally arrived when a bi-coastal family came together yet again for another European adventure. Armed with my new Chromebook, I was determined to do a better job of chronicling the food part of our journey than I had on the last trip. Sigh . . . Despite