And just like that, a dream came true. There I was, on Prince Edward Island, holding his hand, standing in front of Green Gables. Yellow leaves crunching, the smell of October making everydayness and little moments feel magical and special and full of hope. I'm being dramatic, but that's the Anne Shirley in me.Read More
As I type this, I'm sitting on a quilt-covered bed in a doily-decked Bed & Breakfast in Hancock, Maine. (To clarify, we absolutely love this place. I kind of dig the doily charm.) I can hear the British women talking about their day in the room next door, and I'm positive they can hear Kyle watching highlights of the U.S. Men's Soccer match on his phone. And they probably respect him for it.Read More
We've got a list of places. And we've decided to stop talking about them and start seeing them. Until last weekend, I had never seen those four Mr. Presidents carved in granite. So, when we were debating how we'd spend our extended July 4th weekend, Mount Rushmore was my vote (and the wife is majority, and majority rules).
So off we went across the Midwest to see George, Thomas, Teddy & Abe.
Plan a road trip? CHECK. Pack lunch? Not every day. I have no excuse. But I HAVEN'T eaten Jimmy Johns, and that's a big step for this Turkey Tom eater. Read a book? Working my way through Blue Castle by L.M. Montgomery. But, hey. It's still January!Read More