Digging for treasure

There was a tiny ledge above the highest shelf of our kitchen cupboards growing up, where strange and unusual things were kept. Like the gallstones my mom brought home in a jar after her surgery in the 1970s, and the plastic-wrapped and yellowed top layer of their...

It’s a wonderful life

(Here we are, young backpackers atop one of the amazing pinnacles in Kalabaka, Greece. I’m the one on the right – the big hair makes me easy to spot!) My mom used to admonish me for ‘wishing my life away’, even when I was just a young girl. I was often...

Address book adventure

I bet you’re right in the middle of writing Christmas cards. I am, although I’ve cut my list down to just a dozen or so in an effort to keep things simple. I’ve always found this tradition to be a top seasonal stressor – as I wrote about in this article that was first...