It was midnight and the band was still playing two blocks away. In my tent, I longed for my college days when I could stay out til 3 and still make my 8 AM class. But five years later, here I was thinking, “When are they going to stop? Don’t they know we’re all getting…
Category: Travels
A Stop Along the Way
As we fiddled with the buckle across the toes on a pair of sandals, I said to the saleswoman “Well, once we get it right, I hope I never have to change them again.” “If you do, you could just come back,” she responded. “Well, I’m actually moving to North Carolina,” I said. “Oh really? …
And She’s Off!
“How long does it take to get down there?” he asked as I piled boxes and bags into my car. “Well, I think it’s 12 hours or so, but I’m taking two and a half weeks,” I told him. “Two and a half weeks?” he asked, his eyes wide with amazement. “Yeah – I’m stopping…
The Furniture
“You can take the end tables,” I said to my parents. I started clearing them of their lamps, taking the coasters out of their drawers. “But what about the lamps? You’ll need light in the next week,” my mother said. “Honestly, mom, the only light I ever turn on in this room is that one,”…
A Tale of Two Corkscrews
I am well aware that wine is not the normal drink of choice at a poker game. But that night, that’s what I wanted, so I brought some with me. Unfortunately, the host did not own a corkscrew, so my desire was left unfulfilled. The same thing could have happened on my first night in…
The Voice in My Head
My mother has this thing about advice: she doesn’t give it. She once told me it was because she never wanted to tell us what to do only to have it not work and her words come back to haunt her. This whole mom-not-giving-advice thing has worked out pretty well so far. But sometimes I…
A Home for My Piano
“I’ve been thinking of moving to someplace cheaper,” my friend said. “Well, my apartment will be available on July 15,” I told her. She pondered this for a second, then asked the details. Where was it? How long would it take to get to the college from there? How much was the rent? The answers…
Letting Go
“What’s the sob sorry you keep telling over and over – to yourself, to your friends. You know, the one about why your life isn’t working out the way you want it….” I don’t remember his exact words, but everyone in the room knew what he meant. We all had that story – running on…
To the Beach
See that picture on the top of this page? That’s where I’m going today. On retreat. On the ocean. For the whole weekend, with the Sisters of the Congregation of Notre Dame. You read more about my adventures with them here, here, and here🙂
Decisions, decisions
How is it that one chooses fourteen classes out of one hundred forty? This isn’t like college where a lot of the classes are “required” and in some area that is of no interest to you. No, the John C. Campbell Folk School is a place where nearly every class is of interest to me. …
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