To my left, over the Postmaster’s door, was a mural that I somehow knew, even without an art history degree, had been hand painted in my grandparents’ time.
On the late June day we hit Oatman, the mercury hit 115?, so not even the reptiles were stirring. Why would we take a detour to see a tourist trap on such a hot day? To see the Oatman burros, of course.
Everything switches into slow motion as I became a motorcycle centaur, leaning through the series of wide sweeping turns. Road magic trumps time.
When someone hits a rough patch in life, it's difficult to know what you should say, or if you should just keep your mouth shut. Here's advice from a widower.
Who’s Sitting on Your Shoulder?
Posted on January 2, 2013
Navigating an unfamiliar and dynamic traffic pattern with a thousand other vehicles, Jiminy screeched, “Why didn’t you pull over?”
New Year’s Day is a great day for pushing your life’s reset button, and this series is designed to support you, using what I've learned from my own life reset.
Charlotte’s “Luna Rising,” Here I come with “Mindful Minimalism”
Posted on December 20, 2012
I'm looking forward to facilitating a thoughtful conversation about the "stuff" we think we "need" to lead meaningful lives.
A year ago Live Full Throttle: Life Lessons From Friends Who Faced Cancer made its debut and has since won two national book awards. When you said "It's too pretty to write in" I decided to write a Companion Guide to the book and publish it in black and white -- that should remove any obstacle to working through the exercises that follow each chapter.
The Blue Ridge Parkway: America’s Favorite Drive
Posted on November 7, 2012
