I’ve always dreamed of the bluegrass of Kentucky. Ever since I was a little girl of twelve years old watching the Kentucky Derby on my tiny vintage t.v. with the dial to change the channels. I dreamt of the day I would stand under the spires of Churchill Downs and listen to My Old Kentucky …
If it’s the first week of autumn you can probably find our family trekking through the leaves of the eastern Sierras. This autumn we headed up to Aspendell just outside of Bishop just a touch early to see the Aspens changing colors but we were able to find some hidden trails where the yellows and …
We were driving away from the heat and humidity of Memphis last week in our motorhome, sweating no not from the God-awful hot wetness but from the Hattie B’s crazy hot Nashville Chicken skins we were shoving at our faces. Seriously I could not stop, If you love spice they were the best thing ever. …
Apparently, I just had to go back to the place where I hurt my ankle to heal my ankle. Ah, the magical effect of the Eastern Sierra’s. The eastern Sierras feel even more magical on a snowy fall day as the morning light is shining upon the amber aspen trees. Especially when I’m not limping …
Should I really be wearing a bathing suit after five days of vacation inhaling every deep-fried food I could find in the south? Well, it’s hard to help yourself from dunking in that gorgeous lake over yonder when it’s nearing one hundred degrees outside with seventy, yes seventy percent humidity. Spending five days inside this …