Remember what I said about bed and breakfasts? I take it back. I spent last weekend at a writing workshop hosted by best-selling author Wade Rouse, who is just as genuine and approachable as he is talented. All eleven of … Continue reading
One summer during college, I went on a retreat with my Catholic youth group. And not just any retreat, but a canoeing retreat. It took place at Canada’s stunningly beautiful Algonquin Provincial Park and I regretted it from the moment … Continue reading
I braved yet another Maison Francais meeting last month. As you may remember, I tend to be initially enthusiastic about going, but chicken out on the day of. Speaking French when you don’t remember how just takes so much gosh-darned … Continue reading
Much to my chagrin, J.B. was not my personal trainer, only the overlord who sold the sessions. He assigned me to one of his minions, a genial young woman named Amy. Amy was great, but she made me do a … Continue reading
One thing about a violin is that it gets more out of tune the longer you don’t play it. My violin stared at me reproachfully all summer from its dusty case in the living room until the day arrived for … Continue reading
