I immediately recognized the tiara, it was mine. As was the veil. For almost twenty years, I’ve hung onto them along with my wedding dress. My fabulous Holly Harp dress sold for $38 this summer at Rebel Supply Co. in Asbury Park, NJ. I”ve unloadeda. lot fo stuff the past few years, the major dump in 2017 when I moved to CO, and then the epic latest purge this past spring when I was preparing to take off in the Mystery Machine. Continue reading Something Old, Something New
As my journey continues north along the coast of Maine, it is clear that the dichotomy of things happening in my life open up a host of storylines in each day. I’m not just on the road driving, there is a whole life happening far far away that is tethered to me. My journey is not free from distraction, or life’s complications. This trip was … Continue reading Carbonated Bubbles in my Brain
The northern east coast is rocky, rough, curvy and unpredictable. Some beaches are rock formations and some have sand littered with bits of brown seaweed. The smell of the ocean is saltier up north, and there is a consistent fishy smell I can’t quite place but keep experiencing as we travel north. Scoob had a good run this morning without a leash on a deserted … Continue reading Step Back, the Universe Will Spell it Out
Sitting in the rig, it’s almost midnight and the rain storms are beating down. The relentless raindrops, thrust themselves onto the roof, the windows, the sides of the van. The winds are strong, and every few minutes, the whole van shakes as though the ground beneath it is made of rubber. The lovely Salem bay is now rough, with waves crashing reminiscent of strong ocean current filled booms. It’s a New England storm, and we’re in the thick of it tonight. Continue reading Relentless
People ask me advice on how to buy a rig. I don’t have too many answers. Buying a van for travel is like buying a big purchase like a house. Right? You look at houses, you have your must haves and your bottom lines. You know you want a bigger backyard, or a nice kitchen with top of the line appliances. There are people who … Continue reading Why that Wayfarer Rig?
… the more things seem the same. Sort of. In my last blog, I talked about arriving in the Catskills area, and the feeling of arriving in a hometown setting. Being home, I wanted to revisit many things, see friends and see the guy that changed my life. When I look at my life, I see it in these distinct chapters: Early childhood. The distressing … Continue reading The More I Change…
If you’re a Bachelor Nation member like me, you know exactly what “hometowns” means. Picture it, you’re the Bachelor or Bachelorette. You’ve spent a year traveling a season with your potential love of your life and didn’t make it to the end. Then you get picked for your own fairytale love story, and go on an adventure of your own. There are two times in … Continue reading Hometowns