Travel
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Wanderlust
My husband Jeff and I are never truly happy until our next adventure is planned. As soon as one trip ends, we walk around like zombies with haunted eyes, not knowing what to do with ourselves until our next vacation is booked. We love the planning and anticipation as much…
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I Wish I’d Been Blonde in Paris
I wish I’d been blonde in Paris. When I look back at photos of myself in Paris, I cannot enjoy them. Why? Because I had a terrible hairstyle, and for reasons unknown to me now, I decided to dye my hair a hideous shade of red. Was it popular back…
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Expanding your Understanding
When I moved from rural Ohio to San Diego, California, in 1997, I was a rube. I didn’t know I was a rube, but I absolutely, unequivocally, was a rube. I grew up in a white town. All of my teachers were white. All of my classmates were white. All…
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The Road’s My Middle Name
My second foray into wanderlust took me on the road for years. When someone starts out a question, “Would you like to GO…” I’m already thinking, “Yes!” in my head before they finish the query. This particular decision was not well thought out, I hadn’t saved up any money, and…
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The Travel Bug’s first bite
The travel bug bit me for life at a very young age. When I was 5, we started traveling to Canada every summer for vacation. My Daddy preferred to drive at night, and he would come home from work on a Friday, immediately go to bed, wake up around 2…
Forest Gumping my way through life 