I’ve got a confession. I’m a germ-a-phobe. I am completely obsessed with not getting sick. I absolutely hate cash in an unnatural way. I never carry cash if I have anything to do with it. If you ask me three things I can’t live without on a daily baises I would say; ice water, sun …
I’ve always been a fan of spicy foods. I remember when I was a kid going to my best friends house for breakfast and watching her dad put tabasco on his eggs. So I tried it. A fan of all things spicy was born. I don’t care if its adding roasted jalapenos and serranos to a …
I have a Fig Newton Phobia. Weird I know. But until you have had been forced to make Fig Newton’s at gun point you really can’t understand. Okay maybe it didn’t happen exactly like that. One time when I was a child of about seven or eight my mom made the mistake …
The last few winters in this resort town have been horrific. Very little snow if any at all. Our once glorious evergreens are brown and rotting; the ones that survived the wildfire that raged through over 10,000 acres in June, anyway. It’s been so sad to see the ski slopes brown even in mid winter and not …
The afternoon our train pulled into the Monte Marc station felt so safe. We disembarked and made our way into the warm welcoming arms of Paris; crepes, café cremes and stinky cheeses. As my boots touched the streets of Paris and I looked for the piles of dog poo I had read about as we …