A Toast: To Not Drinking My Way to Happiness

“I called to say I love you,” I told my father. “Have you been drinking?” he asked. “No.” “Oh–you sound really happy.” I was, but his surprise at my happiness stopped me cold. Was it really that unusual that I sound happy? Perhaps it was because calls to Dad always had a purpose, and–like him–I…

Back on Track!

The backpack I’ll use when I walk the Camino was bought at an outdoor gear tent sale.  It’s a used pack – clearly indicated by the words “Rental EMS” written across one of the pockets. I was thinking it’d be nice to have something to cover those words.  Today, I found one thing that will…

Three Pillows

I nestled myself into bed, head sinking into the pillow.  I turned onto my side, reached for a second pillow, and stuffed it between my knees.  Then, I grabbed a third pillow to wrap my arms around.  Perfectly comfortable, I closed my eyes and a little old lady’s voice came into my head.  “Travel when…

How I Became a Park Ranger

Mrs. R, my best friend’s mother, was always on the lookout for eligible men for me and her daughter.  On this particular night, she was eyeing park rangers.  We were at the annual Christmas Open House at Vanderbilt Mansion National Historic Site.  It’s one of four National Parks in my hometown of Hyde Park, NY. …

How to Become a Park Ranger

Of all the things I’ve done, the one I get asked about most is my job as a Park Ranger.  I’ve met dozens of people who want to do it.  And I’m here to tell you how! If you’re a Renaissance Soul like me, you don’t want to do it forever.  You just want to…