The Writing On The Wall “Phil’s an A-hole,†was one of the first inked-on-the-wall sentiments I noted as I hung our camping supplies in the shelter on Isle Royale. “Hey Lover,†I said, “Did you know Phil is an A-hole?â€Â My husband, confused, said, “Who’s Phil?â€Â He’s charmingly rational like that. As a rule I’m not a fan of graffiti. … Read More
Isle Royale Musings, Part 3
The tabloids use exclamation points and a bold font: STARS WITHOUT MAKEUP! SEE PHOTOS!!!! I always struggle, as I stand in line at the grocery checkout, as to whether I want to look. Part of me is curious how the fashion icons appear without the artistry of makeup professionals and airbrushing. Part of me says, “Why should it matter? Who… Read More
Isle Royale Musing, Part 2
When a visitor arrives at Windigo, a two to three hour ferry ride from Grand Portage, Minnesota, a park ranger greets him or her on the dock. A quick, fun, tutorial is provided on what is expected behavior while on Isle Royale. One of the first “rules†is to avoid feeding the wildlife. As the nice young ranger explained, “After… Read More
Isle Be Royally Musing For Awhile, Part 1
My first thought, upon waking, was someone had murdered a chicken. Tufts of feathers drifted across the floor with each puff of morning breeze, effectively coating my clothes, my backpack, and my camera equipment. To be more succinct, anything and everything I didn’t want covered in feathers was now covered in feathers. My husband, amused, claimed he didn’t remember the… Read More
Eva Voros Sabet
If you look under my In-10-tions videos, you’ll find the interview I did with Eva some time ago. We had been classmates in college, learning about various approaches to integrated and holistic healing and living. Eva discovered a deep interest in reflexology and naturopathy. Her path took her interesting places, and I delighted whenever we had the chance to catch… Read More
Just Four Musical Notes
I was having a “feeling frumpy†day. My hair kept heading off in directions known only to ancient gods and winged animals, my Spanx groaned as I pulled them up and made a snarky comment about “only being able to do so much,†and my freshly painted fingernails, barely dry, hosted multiple dings, smears, and chips. (Life lesson #76: Don’t… Read More
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