The past two weeks have been a lesson in slowing down. Like most lessons, this is not one I have openly embraced. In fact, I raged against it forcefully, as I often do, and the universe kept busting my chops until I finally conceded.
Spring Break is right around the corner, and God knows we all need it. The dreary February weather has taken its toll and, as I sit here watching the rain pour down and wash the snow into ugly puddles of muck, my inner nomad is busy planning our next getaway. But where shall we go?... Continue Reading →
It is 8:30 in the morning on the second day of our vacation, and I am ready to go home. My children have just shamed me at the hotel's continental breakfast buffet.
The Wandering Wirgaus 