Life in the Boomer Lane has just returned from Santa Fe. Having been there many years ago, she was eagerly anticipating the art, the food, the vistas, the laid back vibe, and the magical mix of Indian/Latino/Caucasian culture.
Public campaign financing has encouraged more diverse candidates to run, kept campaign costs under control, and enabled candidates to spend more time with voters, instead of the wealthy donors, corporations and PACs who fund traditional campaigns.
This past weekend wasn't just the unofficial start of summer; it's the official start of Pride season. In the coming month the sunlight will not only stay out longer but cities will start flying the rainbow flag to celebrate their LGBT communities.
While motor lodges are almost always affordable, they're not always aesthetically pleasing. But with summer right around the corner, we were inspired to round up the five cutest motor lodges in the United States
My father had warned me about high school boys on the day he returned me home to New Mexico after a year with him in Texas. He'd sat on my bed and wept, telling me how boys are. He knew because he'd been one of the bad boys.
I've come back to Santa Fe from my home in Los Angeles because Mother is ill with throat cancer and undergoing chemotherapy. All her teeth have been removed and her dentures look ridiculous, but I tell her she looks the same. She seems to believe me.
It's also safe to say that I've never visited a city as friendly as Santa Fe. From the cab drivers to the staff at the hotel, to retailers to strangers on the street, this town is populated by people who clearly love it -- and love sharing it with others.
Cobblestone streets, stunning architecture, and culture-filled attractions are just a few of the things that landed the following seven cities on our list of the perfect cities to fall in love in this fall.
The clock said 6:00 a.m. so I knew I was not going back to sleep. And I was curious about the wind, so I opened the window a crack and felt a spritz of moisture. The prediction was true, a storm was coming.
I was discussing an upcoming New Orleans trip with friend and fellow foodie Jessica Collins. She said "When I took my first bite of turtle soup at Commander's Palace, I knew there was no other city I could be in than New Orleans." Truer words have never been spoken.