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The Importance of Being Curtained

I’m pretty sure my new neighbors think I’m a lesbian. They haven’t said anything to me directly but there have been whispers, apparently, that my dad overheard when he was on my front porch and in a neighborhood like this, news travels very quickly from one stoop to the next. It probably doesn’t help that…

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It’s Passport Time

Several years ago, back when I was taking my work as a writer a bit more seriously, I went to a conference for travel bloggers in Denver. It was my first time ever attending anything of the sort. I didn’t know back then that if the PR folks from an expensive hotel invite you to…

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The Road Trip (and Why I Hate My Life)

Last month, The European and I took our first road trip together. We both like Frank Lloyd Wright so we decided to drive out to Fallingwater in Mill Run, Pennsylvania for a tour.  (Those of who who’ve been reading for a while may recall that this was not my first trip to Fallingwater but given…

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Of Course, Of Course

The European has gone back to Europe. Not for good, but for a few weeks, and when you’ve got plaster ceilings falling down around you and your entire life in boxes, a few weeks seems like a very long time. Still, it’s just as well. Now I’ll have no excuse not to work on my…

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Every 65 Minutes: To Jacob, with Love

Almost exactly three years ago, I arrived home at my parent’s house to see three scruffy looking men approaching our garage. My first thought was, “Oh great… who have we adopted this time?” The men were riding bicycles and it was clear that they’d been on the road for quite some time. Within a few…