The Last Hundred Miles . . .

We are home.  You haven’t truly experienced a drive to and from Florida until you’ve made the trip  in a box truck – just ask Ryan.  I have a hydraulic driver’s seat, so I don’t endure the bumps and jolts of the interstate like someone on the passenger...

Making Memories . . .

It is the rarest of occasions when the pace of my life slows down.  I can still remember the first time Ryan realized that I am a different person when I am on vacation and the rush of work and responsibilities of home aren’t pressing on me.  Since I travel...