Category: travel

  • Happiness Is a Red Negligee

              Two summers ago, we entered a merciful holding pattern… metaphorically. For nobody got on an airplane. And nobody died. Nobody sprang a mutated version of “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner” evening on us. Instead, we took a quick trip to Lincoln, Nebraska, meeting my sister there for a few days […]

  • Supersized Settling, With a Side of Fries

    “Supersized Settling, With a Side of Fries” In the car culture of middle America, the first months of a baby’s life see the infant toted everywhere, from grocery store to doctor’s office to library, all whilst strapped into a car seat with a handle; during this time, the most gratifying interaction a parent has with […]

  • Norris Geyser Basin

    Eight years ago, Groom asked, “So, will you marry me?” The answer, of course, was “Yee-haw, Moondoggie!” And later that night, I got pregnant. …which means that seven years ago this summer, I was the hormonal, exhausted, dazed caregiver of a three-month-old baby. I spent that summer not in Eastern Europe or Iceland, but on […]

  • Chicken for One

    “Chicken for One” Eleven summers ago, I got a job that paid a liveable wage. Ten summers ago, I got over a broken heart. And nine summers ago, I got confident. That summer, I was back in love–with a new feller, someone intriguing and exciting yet damnably inscrutable and taciturn–ready to embark on the extended […]

  • “Busted in Ballyvaughn” Eleven years ago, I started to turn my life around economically. However, my romantic life was still facing the wrong direction. It took another year for the About Face of the Heart to take place, for me to realize that I’d spent the bulk of my twenties in a relationship that, while […]

  • More Centrally American

    This may be my last post for a couple of weeks, for Byron and I, some months back, bolstered by a few shots of whiskey slammed down during a State of the Union address (by the end, we were channeling David Byrne, chopping on our arms, and slurring, “This is not our beautiful country”), decided […]