Small towns with independent bookstores offer solace. Our recent adventure for hiking in the Shenandoah Valley found us staying just...

Hoppin' On and Hoppin' Off Around Paris Paris is a river. It is easy to miss the point.   The city of so many icons overwhelms with...

On the run for home Seven minutes. We have seven minutes to make a 12-minute journey. Lingering is not an option. Experience reminds us...

A Williamsburg Staycation Her face seemed kind. Knowing. She stopped in the middle of the path we now all shared. I think of a Doe as...

A quintet of lacey white dresses, hems an inch from their asses. A mom enables with the lift of a lens and the teens turn to porcelain....

A Ghost Story. A True Story. Hovering above the deciduous and pines in the blue dark of a North Carolina night. An intense bright without...

Atop the iron icon we sipped champagne. Paris. We were at the top of Paris. It had been a long walk. Every step worthwhile. The Eiffel...

The woman followed M into the ladies’ room. Then wept. Welled eyes held through a tissue-less time of strong. “I wish we were doing this...

The Moon blocked the sun and we searched for vegetables and people who weren’t white. We traveled to a tourist nook named Nashville for a...

A bright white high school girl side slides a screen window open and smiles. Her red lettered shirt matching her acne. She hands me a...

Alias Little Red Riding Hood, that’s what she called herself, sort of looked the part, kind of Grimm, with a red trimmed cape thing, but...

My beer can was rolling towards the main drag centerline. Early night close bright headlights from both directions guided my steps toward...

A woman was yelling. Not screaming. Not talking loudly. Yelling. Hers was a strong voice. Lines three and four. I got it. We had US...

The Google Gods provided backroad navigation to the state line. The transition into North Carolina unrolled narrow lanes through road...