No, sleep ’til Brooklyn… or Staten Island or Queens or the Bronx or Manhattan.

Nearly six months after Monica was accepted on the John Ritter Foundation team for the New York City Marathon, it was time to see if all those early wake-up calls, all those long runs, and all the moans and groans had paid off. She packed, and repacked her bags to make sure nothing was missing. … More No, sleep ’til Brooklyn… or Staten Island or Queens or the Bronx or Manhattan.

Missoula, an American paradise with a chicken in every pot and two food trucks in every driveway.

After Coeur D’Alene we didn’t have far to go to reach Missoula, Montana. I’ve never been to Montana, so I was excited to cross another state off my list. I was also excited to visit Missoula because Monica has been raving about Missoula since I met her. Seems her ex-boyfriend was from Missoula. I was … More Missoula, an American paradise with a chicken in every pot and two food trucks in every driveway.

Hood River Redux

This summer marks our third trip to visit friends in Hood River in the past 5 years. This town, resting between the foothills of Mt. Hood and the Columbia River Gorge, is what we want America to be. Country roads are lined with blueberry patches, cherry orchards and fields of lavender, with signs inviting you … More Hood River Redux

Serenity in Yosemite

There isn’t much that can be said about Yosemite that hasn’t been said before. We’ve seen the crisp black and white photos of Ansel Adams and the vivid color of the Apple desktop background on Macbooks throughout the world. Yosemite needs no introduction. I grew up in Southern California. The only notion of family vacation … More Serenity in Yosemite