What I hope will become an annual trek to the Northwoods of Wisconsin.
So far Leta has caught four fish, and Marlo has almost dumped the bait into the lake twice that number.
“Stilettos and broken bottles, I’m spinning around in circles…”
To gluten or not to gluten while eating on a pier at the beach.
Another zen moment to remember on mornings like these when dragging two girls out of bed who do NOT want to go back to school.
One way in which I catalog my travels.
Watching out for sea urchins.
The final hours in Africa filled with winding alleyways, gorgeous beaches and sweat dripping from every part of my body.
When you can sprint up to 43 miles per hour, why would you even need the ability to fly?
They informed me at the airport in Tanzania that my suitcase was WAY too heavy for the plane back home.