Showing posts with label covering our ass. Show all posts
Showing posts with label covering our ass. Show all posts

Fear Conquering & Writing A Will

In the union of David and I, I am the less fearless. David has always been the adventurer - I am the homebody, the helicopter mom, the worrier. Selling the nest and heading out into the big, wide world, for me, was stepping outside the box. WAY out of the box.
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My biggest concern was to have our affairs in order, in the event of my certain demise. It's essential for me to be sure that the kids are not burdened when I go down in flames in a hang gliding / bungee jumping / snowboarding / street food eating episode... CONTINUE READING >>

The Plan is No Plans

On the same day that we officially became "empty" nesters, the very day our youngest started college, we boarded a plane headed for Zürich. We didn't really plan for the two events to happen on the same day, it just worked out that way.

What WAS planned was to... CONTINUE READING >>

Sardinia Has the Best Donkey

Over the first night’s dinner, conversation turned to local food and customs. Gianluca mentioned that horse and donkey were the "national foods" of Sardinia and that people who are not from the island can find them hard to eat. It wasn’t meant as a challenge, but to us, the gauntlet had been dropped. Since David had tried horse on a previous visit to Italy, it was obvious that we must eat the ass.


Sniffing around the next day, we found an intriguing little local haunt called Trattoria da Peppina in a tiny piazza near our hotel. Turns out... CONTINUE READING >>

How to Get Noticed in Palm Beach

Rockin' razor-sharp hedges, fast cars and over-the-top opulence is just one way to stand out in an area known for its conspicuous "check me out" attitude.

But we'll stick to the more frivolous for our... CONTINUE READING >>

Fear Conquering & Writing A Will

In the union of David and I, I am the less fearless. David has always been the adventurer - I am the homebody, the helicopter mom, the worrier. Selling the nest and heading out into the big, wide world, for me, was stepping outside the box. WAY out of the box.


My biggest concern was to have our affairs in order, in the event of my certain demise. It's essential for me to be sure that the kids are not burdened when I go down in flames in a hang gliding / bungee jumping / snowboarding / street food eating episode... CONTINUE READING >>

The Plan is No Plans

On the same day that we officially became empty nesters, the very day our youngest started college, we got on a plane headed for Zürich. We didn't really plan for the two events to happen on the same day, it just worked out that way.
What WAS planned was to spend time together and to do the things that obligations had pushed aside before. The three years between our older girls leaving the house and the boy flapping his wings gave us plenty of time to decide how we wanted to spend, or at least... read more

Fear Conquering & Writing A Will

In the union of David and I, I am the less fearless. David has always been the adventurer - I am the homebody, the helicopter mom, the worrier. Selling the nest and heading out into the big, wide world, for me, was stepping outside the box. WAY out of the box.|
My biggest concern was to have our affairs in order, in the event of my certain demise. It's essential for me to be sure that the kids are not burdened when I go down in flames in a hang gliding / bungee jumping / snowboarding / street food eating episode... read more

Sardinia Has the Best Donkey


The Italian island of Sardinia (Sardegna) brought out the adventurer in us. Our first stop was Sassari, a city of about 120,000 with a rich history dating back to the early Middle Ages. A college town, home to the University of Sassari with about 18,000 students that opened in May of 1562.

Our host, Gianluca, a treasure trove of Sardinian lore, put us up at the Hotel Vitorio Emanuele in the center of the old city. As we walked around the meticulously preserved... read more