In the days since the march, I have heard people saying that marching doesn’t really do anything, or asking “What does marching actually do?” The march tells us we are not alone – other people have the same concerns and fears, and are frustrated that they haven’t been heard. When you know that you aren’t…
Category: History
SpyCam Paris – Louvre, Paris Games Week, Around the City
These pictures were taken when I was in Paris for Paris Games Week, just before the recent attacks. I debated whether to post them, but after some thought, I’ve decided to. I don’t intend this as disrespectful, or to capitalize on a tragedy that’s getting a lot of clicks. I just happened to be there,…
29 Things I Actually Did Instead of NOT Getting Married Before I was 29
Nine years ago, today actually, I got married at the age of twenty. Today I happened to click on a link to Justtaylord’s “24 Things to Do Instead of Getting Married Before You’re 24” post, which is in turn a response to “23 Things to Do Instead of Getting Engaged Before You’re 23” on Wander…
Random Story Time – Island Pilots
Once after finishing a modeling gig, I had to fly out of St. Thomas on a small plane. That sounds a bit glamorous and spectacular, but really, I was a girl who most days played a waitress, and I’d just made a couple of grand in a week, and I knew I wouldn’t be able…
Book Haul – Half Price Books and a Theme of Places
Passionate Nomad The Life of Freya Stark by Jane Fletcher Geniesse This one came from the big Half Price on Northwest Highway (Dallas). I can’t say that I know much about Freya Stark, but the cover attracted me. She was an adventurer and writer who traveled the middle east in the late ’20s and ’30s….
The Road I Didn’t Choose
In the Freshly Posted spread today, the lines “What Did You Give Up To Get What You Got?” jumped out at me. The Truth and Cake article was not exactly about what I thought it was going to be – I was expecting a question about the roads you gave up to take the one…
Tarragona, Spain – Part 1: the Roman City, Re-used.
(a late travel blog) Taking the train from Barcelona to Tarragona was the greatest test of my Spanish that I encountered in Spain. Or rather, buying the ticket. But no, I’ve got to take that back too. It was not taking the train or buying the ticket, it was the three hour struggle with the…
Rika Confesses 