I found this daily program from my QE2 voyage at the end of MariesWorldTour.com. The ship brought me home, but in exchange, I had to buy n...

Being freelance for so many years made me super-cautious with money. Why drop off laundry when I could do it myself? Why go for a manicure w...

In October, 1999, I was in Guatemala taking Spanish lessons. But I wanted to see Caye Caulker—an island in Belize—before I went back home. ...

$235.18. That's the cost of the 2001 truck accident in Ethiopia. Or at least that's the cost of my bill at the Khartoum Hilton, whic...

My day job is on the Frontline website again. It's a little unsettling to watch discussions of the cultural divides we are trying to nav...

As we all know, Roberta has won a fellowship to paint for a month in Vermont. Which is great. Yay Ro! But it also means she needs to find a...

I had all my old, wet, lime-encrusted faucet parts in pieces, sealed into Zip-Loc bags. I held them up now, comparing them to the pieces on ...

Since I moved in, the shower/tub plumbing has made a horrible, intermittent noise. A screeching. A squeal. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Back in the old ...

Last time I moved, I swore to never move my records again. That's why all but the 45s are still in the garage. I have everything I need ...

Here are the last lion photos I am going to show on this blog, at least until the next time I go to Africa. 'Cuz I'm done after this...