There’s No Place Like Home…or “Home” What’s Your New Normal?

When did we become the people who stop in Paris, because we can, because it’s on the way back “home”? And where is “home” anymore? Just how long do you live in a place before it takes up permanent residence your heart? And how long does it take before your new life becomes just another … More There’s No Place Like Home…or “Home” What’s Your New Normal?

Traveling Marla is in Paris. Sorry France.

Only a short stop in Paris to hit a few highlights and watch fireworks for Bastille Day tomorrow night. Caught the red eye here last night and zombie’d our way through a tour of Versailles, a walk around the neighborhood where we’re staying, and a lame attempt at ordering lunch in French. Kurt was excited … More Traveling Marla is in Paris. Sorry France.

On Memorial Day weekend, old poem beautifully captures horrors of war

I¬†was going to share this poem with you for Memorial Day. I hadn’t remembered the name correctly and kept Googling On Flanders Field. Thankfully I found this article with the poem (In Flanders Fields is the correct title) and this writer shares it better than I would have: On Memorial Day weekend, old poem beautifully … More On Memorial Day weekend, old poem beautifully captures horrors of war