20 Years in Colorado: Mountains, Marmots and a Coincidental Meetup
On the very day when it crosses my mind that I have lived in Colorado for exactly 20 years, I cross paths with people who live where my life’s journey began.
The Joke is On Us
Ron and I planned the biggest April Fool’s joke ever on our adult kids. The tricky part would be convincing an RV dealer to let us hold up a fake ‘sold’ sign next to a camper van.
What Kind of Mom Does That?
When I posed for a photo in Red Square in 1992, I never imagined that the baby I left at home would one day pose for a similar photo 23 years later.