“So, why do you want to live in such a small house?” I couldn’t believe the words I just heard. Was the man, the chairman, positioned in the center of…
Author: <span>John and/or LaNae</span>
“What’s your address?” Bethany, the bank employee, asked as she pushed the savings account form across the mahogany desk. I didn’t know what to say. “Hmm. We don’t have one.…
August 9, 2017 Tears filled my eyes as the red Ford F-150 turned left out of our driveway onto 550 East. Is this really what I want? The “House for…
April 2, 2017 What do dry bags, suitcases, wet suits, wool winter coats, sandy water bottles, and clean fresh water bottles have in common? Not much—under normal circumstances. But for…
Rewind to March 16, 2015, I was in the last stages of planning for a four-month adventure. I was leaving my society life and entering a new way of…
Perspective? Experience? Choice? Oh the view may be familiar, but for some reasons different. You know, objects may be closer than they appear. So, Three sets of clothes! Why does…
Here we go again! For the last month, I have walked around and stumbled through a pile of dry bags, wet suits (a new one for me with a zipper),…
SMALLER BITES Last year we took a big bite. A really big bite–a bite of adventure that took three and a half months to swallow. This year, however, the perceived…
Five Sets of Clothes While listening to Christmas CDs (and not John’s silly songs), we approach the skyline of Indianapolis, Indiana. As we travel on a relatively smooth and slightly…
Acquaintances become new friends. New friends become old friends. How does one cross from acquaintance to new friend? At what point does a new friend become an old friend? Is…
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