Every year I choose a single word as a compass, a guide, a tangible reminder of what I want to manifest for myself. The word serves as a touchstone for me as I make choices through the year. I post the word in my bathroom and acknowledge it daily, asking myself “how can I be that?” The first year I chose the word BE. Because I was always...
Read MoreStories From Savannah
We have arrived at our new volunteering assignment at Fort Pulaski National Monument, just outside of Savannah. We’re learning about the Fort’s significance, and all kinds of Fort-y words, like Sallyport (the entrance to the Fort), cannon gin (a machine used to move the cannons), and Blindage (large timbers used to protect the inside of the...
Read MoreGreetings From the Grand Strand
Greetings from the Grand Strand. That’s what the local weatherman calls this section of the South Carolina Coast that stretches from Little River, north of Myrtle Beach, to Georgetown, where we’re spending one more night before continuing south. We’ve been enjoying a very relaxed journey from New England down the Eastern...
Read MoreThe Leaves Aren’t the Only Thing Changing
note: wifi is slow and sketchy, so no photos right now. When we left New Jersey on October 1st, the trees along the Garden State Parkway were still full of green, and we were both wearing shorts and t-shirts. Because motorhomes are not allowed on New York Parkways because of the low clearances, we skirted the city and took the Tappen-Zee...
Read MoreCounting Blessings
Counting Blessings Our volunteering gig at the refuge in New Jersey is officially over. I worked my last shift at the Visitor Information Center on Saturday, and it was a full and fulfilling day. We had 158 visitors and sold more duck stamps, park passes, and gift shop items than any other day I’ve been there. We loaned out binoculars, showed the wonderful...
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