I’m not sure how they came up with the name of this trail. Personally, I’d call it Bad Ass Trail.

After waiting for over two hours for my son to return from his trip, off from the plane came a young man who looked a lot like my YaYa. The only problem was that he spoke kind of funny saying “bonsoir momma” and asking if I could cook him up some escargot. My mouth must [...]

Finally, the story regarding my Half Dome climb… A few years ago, after seeing the Bucket List, I started populating my own list of things I’d like to see and do before I “kick the bucket.” Rather than wait until death was eminent, I set out to start crossing things off of the list. After [...]

Theory on the stages of grieving stops short at a stage called “reorganization.” I’m not exactly sure what that’s supposed to represent but it hardly seems like the right word to describe the process of starting anew and moving on. Even further down the road from this, there seems to be a point where one [...]