In grad school, whenever I needed to clear my head, I'd get in my car and drive. It was, as most lovers of the open road will agree, a sensual experi...
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There are women who collect shoes and men who amass baseball caps. I'm obsessed with hotels.
Provincetown is like New Orleans during Mardi Gras, but with fewer beads, more high heels and more men in those high heels.
Last year, when I turned double nickles and my kids flew the nest, I decided to drive cross-country on the second longest highway in the U.S.
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