To be honest, I’m not sure how this came up–I think perhaps I read a similar concept on another blog, but I can’t for the life of me remember which one–but I decided to do a study on my own personal reading history…
Time for another travel essay. Today, one of the things I do not miss about France.
At my writing group last week, an interesting question arose…
So I read The Magicians by Lev Grossman, which has been billed as “Harry Potter for Assholes”, and…
This week’s travel essay is on what happens to you when you stop traveling. (All past travel essays here)
Once upon a time, I had a dream…
I’ve decided Fridays are good days for book posts. So that is where they shall be from now unto eternity (or at least, until I change my mind again.)
It’s Wanderlusty Wednesday, which means it’s time for another travel essay! (All past travel essays here). Today: the lessons learned from hosteling in Berlin.
A wonderful thing has been happening to me lately…
Continuing with my travel essays series, this week I bring you: how a week in the tower room of a French chateau with my sister taught me the secret to family harmony.
