Out of Gas

The Vanagon as of this time is unnamed. We haven’t found one that has stuck with us above all others. We’ve made a casual joke that maybe it’s like the Pacific Crest Trail, you get your name once you are out there. JC and I are not mechanical people. I would say we are educated…

Journal Excerpt: Ukraine Protests

Written in my journal on February 2nd, 2014 In the night Ukraine burned. Kiev was a shifting vision of smoke and tear gas and intermittent flames lapped up what remained of the buses set up as a barricade. The police had lost their footing once, then a second time as flash bombs and Molotov cocktails…

Sun Showers

My children are growing up in a generation that believes that rushing your child to learn as fast as they can is more important than exploring ones younger self and enjoying childhood.  Many children are raised through day cares, quickly moving into two year preschool programs and then onward to basic elementary school.  I understand…

Buried in the Sand

I am always leaving and moving onward to the next adventure. I never know what that adventure is until moments before it happens. I am quick on my toes, having the ability to pack and rearrange my schedule in moments! Every new town I step into I explore ways to immerse myself and my kids into…