Now, only one week away from 28, there is no denying it. I have officially entered my late twenties. Life is still undetermined for me here, but I’m riding out my journey with a…
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On my first Mardi Gras, I discovered it to be a celebration of the people – an unparalleled tribute to culture and life, illustrated by the blend of ages, races and social statuses dancing…
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We drove new highways, wore out nearly every country song on Sirius radio and learned a bit more about the history of our country. …
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Tootsies, plantations & jewelry boutiques
I first visited Nashville, Tennessee this past summer as part of a Midwest road trip with my brother, Dan. We visited the city in mid-August when the near-100-degree temperatures and humidity index left us…
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While we planned our trip around some of the city’s top attractions, St. Louis’s red brick buildings and clusters of restaurants also caught my attention. …
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Wednesday morning, my sister, Julie, and I woke up in South Bend, Indiana only 95 miles from Chicago, Illinois. Though we grew up in Rochester, New York, Chicago has been the next closest city…
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A joyous Present-less Christmas, minus a brother, plus a Dane
Everything I need surrounds me. I sit by a softly flaming fire with family and friends around me. I am happy. I am healthy. And I have nearly eight dozen Christmas cookies waiting for…
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I have officially lived in New Orleans for two weeks. The energy of this Crescent City is apparent as locals fill the streets with jazzy smiles, welcoming waves and friendly hellos.…
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New Orleans brings two Bonnies home
I came to the city hoping to learn about and assist in rebuilding people and communities, and I know with certainty now that this is exactly where I need to be to start making…
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Sorry, officer, we’re not from around here
We had hoped to make it farther on the Natchez Trace Parkway than the 30-mile marker, where a park ranger waited with a warning to exit and promise to fine us if we did…