The big book of birthdays
My sudden interest in nostalgic trips (in case you missed my blast from the past, click here) and birthday cakes, is largely due to a milestone birthday.
I love birthdays. Always have, and
A not so green thumb
"How was your day? " I enquired as my 8-year-old son dumped his backpack unceremoniously by the front door.
"Fine," he mumbled distractedly, beelining towards his iPad.
"Anything fun?
A week on a floating city
You have climbed rickety planes, taken cold swims, and used a few rowing muscles with me in the last couple of weeks.
This week - let's not do any of it.
Touch the water
" Go ahead, Miss, touch the water, " encouraged Antonio, my tour guide and kayak partner for the day.
Hesitantly, I stuck the tips of my hand in and swirled the water.
Tiny
Swim.Bike.Run
Today's post was meant to talk about birthdays and aging gracefully.
But the words weren't flowing.
Usually, I have everything in order - the words, the mental pictures, and