Today marks a change in the dynamic of our days. My mom, Janet Oian and our daughter Mabel, arrived here this morning. For three weeks, it's been Glenn and me, and our routine. Today, it all changed. Not better or worse, just different.
I shudder to think how my parents would have survived in today's anything-goes, nothing-is-sacred, sexually charged society. Their values were black and white, wrong and right, good and bad, with little wiggle room for compromise.
What I thought felt normal no longer feels normal, and I long to be free of these society-mandated undershackles. Ridiculously uncomfortable undergarments are fine when your entire to do list involves reclining
We've all heard the horror stories from friends and fellow travelers you meet on the road. Some involve falling asleep and the waking up with missing gear. Others involve being held up at gunpoint. Sometimes it's just a good, old-fashioned pickpocket.