Gone in an instant
Thanks to some kind friends, my first night was not even in the van, but in a real bed in a house in Santa Rosa Beach. I was extremely grateful, since that first day of… Gone in an instant
Thanks to some kind friends, my first night was not even in the van, but in a real bed in a house in Santa Rosa Beach. I was extremely grateful, since that first day of… Gone in an instant
This past January, I said my final farewell to my father, and if you’ve read any of the old stuff on this blog (which goes back 15 years now — yikes!), you’ll know that was… Meet Muffintop!
There’s a chapter in Strangers Have the Best Candy entitled “In or out? The dilemma of every parade.” Although I marched in the Brunswick MLK Day parade a couple of years ago, this year, I… Why I still march: 2017
One year ago today, I crossed the mighty Columbia River on my birthday. I’d driven over 3500 miles, solo, so I stopped to celebrate the milestone. That’s when I saw this unusual road sign. Every… My annual birthday reminder
This is a reprint of an article published on Martin Luther King Day 2015. One year later, it is still timely and worthy of sharing. === In July 1963, there were riots in Savannah, Georgia.… Why I still march
On Monday, I returned from AfterBurn, a three-day event in Florida that’s similar to a small Burning Man. Here’s a little vignette from Sunday night. I didn’t have my camera at the time, but send… A girl jumps under my umbrella
I set out yesterday from Vero Beach in Bon-Bon, my Toyota Matrix. I packed everything I’d need for the drive to Seattle via Las Vegas, including a folding bicycle, an inflatable kayak, clothes, art supplies,… You have to have a tent
I hit the road yesterday from Vero Beach, Florida in Bon-Bon, my Toyota Matrix. I packed everything I’d need for the drive to Seattle via Las Vegas, including a folding bicycle, an inflatable kayak, clothes,… You have to have a tent