On Saturday during our Hawaii vacation, we drove halfway around the island to see our favorite hula show. I snagged the coveted couches in the open-air lounge as an elderly couple abandoned them, and we all settled in to…
On the eve of our vacation, Mom raced to Target for a few last-minute airplane snacks. Since going mostly gluten-free, she mainly munches on cocoa-coated almonds, dried fruit, and dark chocolate. (Yes, chocoholism is genetic!)
Steep trails, slick rocks, and sticky red mud… Sound dangerous? Yeah, I thought so too. But we and 17,000 other tourists ignored our common sense and set aside a day to hike the Nā Pali Coast.
On every tropical trip, my family walked over to the extravagant Hyatt hotel in the late afternoon on Tuesdays and Saturdays. (We stayed in condos nearby; we were too messy to spend a week cramped in one tiny room!)…
My family will be sleepwalking through security and snoring in our seats at the airport on Monday. With a 4 am wake-up call, we’ll need plenty of caffeine to make it through the morning, but after a 5 hour…
Two weeks ago, a knock-knock-knock on the door set off my doggie alarm, and the two of us raced to see who could answer it first. (Even with two legs against four, I still won!) An old high school…
Some days are just bad days. The “I-slept-through-my-alarm” days. The “I-spilled-orange-juice-in-my-lap” days. The “I-stepped-in-old-chewing-gum” days. The “I-put-my-shirt-on-inside-out-and-went-to-the-office-like-that” days. The “I-drove-off-with-my-latte-on-the-car-roof” days.
I refused to eat tofu as a kid. It probably had something to do with the name: “toe”-foo. Toes reminded me of feet, feet were stinky, and I protested against putting anything smelly near my mouth. (Especially French Roquefort…
Just before Easter, I met a close friend for sandwiches at her local Panera. We laughed, talked, and munched our way through the evening, catching up on the past year of our lives. Partway through dinner, Miss W revealed…
