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Climb A Mountain

The mountains are calling and I must go ~ John Muir As I’ve written before, I live in the mountains fifty miles east of San Diego, at an elevation of about 4,200 feet. Deer and wild turkeys are common. The hills are lush with grass, and native oak love the rain that falls in winter […]

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Home is Where the Heart is Open

Hello all! My talented friend Laura Zera allows us glimpses of her rich travel life through articles, blog posts and her book, Tro-Tros and Potholes. If you missed her last guest post on my blog, HootSuite & TweetDeck Highlights, link here after you read this wonderful story about her stint on an Israeli kibbutz. Enjoy! […]

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The School of Don

I recently flew to Colorado to join friends for a long weekend in Denver. It was the first time I’d spent more than one night away from home in three years, and I had traveler’s remorse for leaving so much undone to take this spontaneous trip. I got over it once we arrived at our little cabin […]

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Training Wheels

The year I turned sixteen, I was shocked and thrilled when I wrangled permission from my parents to summer in Mexico – with one caveat: that I’d be kept in tow by the daughter of my mother’s lifelong friend, Judy McCoy. Kathy had ventured south the prior June to attend a gringo-specific university summer session […]

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Dance in the Rain

I relocated to the Southern Cali mountains in June, 1999. That summer our community saw a lot of rain – and thank goodness it did, because I’d rented a miniscule, 500-square-foot cabin without air conditioning and trust me, my friends, it gets hot here. That change of residence was the end result of planning started a […]

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The Power of a Memory

I grew up in San Diego, California, on a cul-de-sac in an older part of the city. Suburban houses rim the finger canyons throughout this Navy town. Ours was one of thousands, but we kids were a lucky few, growing up in a time that wasn’t nearly as jaded as the world, and parents, must […]

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