The Lady and the Unicorn rained magic upon me. A Mon Sevl Desir – According to my will only. There she stood—a queen, a goddess, emerging from her royal pavilion. She planned to return the magnificent jewels once bestowed upon her to a faithful servant for safekeeping. Fantastical bestiary of the forest ensure her passage…
Preparation for my upcoming trip was littered with travel expectations and extensive, more like obsessive, planning. France owned me. The kids made it clear they were over it. “All you think about and talk about is France,” my oldest repeated, deservedly irritated with a lack of parental attention. “What will you do when you don’t have…
With about forty days left before I hit the skies for France, the pace of preparation is picking up. And so are the travel jitters. It’s no mystery that I’m excited for this research trip. Hiding my enthusiasm isn’t a thing. Nor is it something I attempt to muster the capacity to achieve. I let…
I’ve been circling around this concept of slow travel a lot lately. It’s not shocking to anyone who has spent literally even one day with me that I am a bit of a doer. Chilling is not my thing. I’ve got lists and then lists for the lists. I survive on accomplishment alone. It’s my…