The Realtor from Hell

When we decided it was time to put the house up for sale I did what I thought was the natural thing to do.  I contacted the realtor we bought the house from three years ago.  We'll call her Polly.  I remembered she was a little flaky but she sold the house once before, and…

Home is Where You Can’t See Me

When we were getting ready to move to Louisiana my brother told me that moving out-of-state "gives you a new perspective of what Home means."  While that may have been true for him after living out of state after college, I didn't for an instant believe that would be true for me.  It's been almost…

Yellowstone: Mom Duties Call

I have never laid eyes on the sky as crystal blue as it was in Yellowstone National Park.  It was an unplanned stop on our cross-country road trip, as many of our stops were, and it was my favorite of the four National Parks we visited.  We stopped at a picnic area for the bathrooms…

Queen of the Road

Roswell was our first official stop on the road from Louisiana to British Columbia, Canada.  I've determined that at least eighty percent of the drive was desert.  Desert in Texas, desert in New Mexico, desert in Nevada, Utah, Wyoming.  Even California provided little relief with its brown grass caused by the never-ending drought.  But our visit to Roswell…