Being Productive in Paradise

I’m trying to get some work done, but keep getting distracted by kayaks, fishing boats, sailboats, pelicans, seagulls – oh wait, here is an otter mom and her baby – and always, that big ole rock. I’m in my Mobile Office today, and we’re parked by the Marina on the Embarcadero, a few steps from…

Seein’ Alla Nay-Chuh Outta Window

Clutching my plastic green suitcase I climbed onto the train, pretending that I was a sophisticated lady as I placed my white-gloved hand into the porter’s. “An’ where we travelin’ to today, miss?” he asked, reaching for my ticket. “All the way to Stockton, sir,” I replied, straightening my ruffled dress and hitching my sagging…

Good Things in Small Packages

Shoving my cards into the mail drop, I noticed a large hand grabbing them from the other side. “Now that’s service,” I laughed, as I peeked around the corner and into the small back office of the Olga, Washington post office. “That’s what I’m here for!” said the grinning man behind the counter. He said…

Good Enough for Me

“Do you want this to go to the 16-year-old who was in a terrible motorcycle accident, or the 89-year-old man who is anemic and struggling?” “Who has fewer donors?” I asked. “The 89-year-old. No one has signed up for him. A lot of folks have shown up for the young man,” said Marie, the matronly…

Life All Figured Out

Sunsets on Santorini, Greece, particularly from the city of Oia, are rumored to be the most spectacular in the world. So, during my four nights in Oia, I hiked to the most popular viewing posts two hours early, in order to secure a coveted perch where hundreds of tourists crowd onto specific rooftops, railings, and…

Who Knew Dog Poo Could Be a Positive Thing?

Izzi starts dancing circles around me as soon as I pull my blue tennies out of the closet…she knows these particular shoes mean WALKIES. And as we crest the hill on Highway One, the hill that reveals a stunning view of the entire hamlet and coastline of Cayucos, she starts whining, because she knows we…

When Life Hands You Sand Dollars…

Each time Izzi and I walk along Dog Beach in Morro Bay, the Ocean offers up a theme. Sometimes it’s a bounty of heart shaped rocks, or slipper shells, or a day filled with volumes of sea glass treasures. There might be a vast amount of seaweed one day, or orange scallop shells so tiny…

For the Halibut

The seas are so choppy, I have to hold on to the rail with one hand, as I clutch my fishing pole with the other. The small boat dips so low that all we see is a giant wall of water, then we rise so high that it feels like were on a mountain. The…

Iceland is a-changin’

After spending five days in Iceland with hundreds of other tourists, I have to say that I’m worried about our northern neighbor. In 2014 Iceland had one million visitors, a number that had remained consistent for many years. Then in 2015 they had 1.2 million visitors, and in 2016, a whopping two million visitors. Tourism…

Perpetual Dusk

I tell you, we have GOT to stop complaining about daylight savings time. These poor Icelanders never get full daylight in the winter months. The photo shows the sun at its daily apex, just skimming along the horizon. It was taken at one o’clock in the afternoon, and it felt and looked like dusk the…

Dancing Orbs and Rock Houses

Clouds and rocks will never be the same. I will forever be looking for the “hole in the clouds” with the promise of the dancing Northern Lights, and I will always wonder if a particular rock is home to a hidden family. I know, you think I’m crazy. I thought the first seven people who…

Goldilocks and the Five Rooms

Four days ago I checked into my Iceland hotel, thrilled to have arrived at the reception desk with all of my bags and body parts. “Here is your key, you are in room 117, just down that hall,” and she does the tomahawk slash through the air. “Oh! I’m sorry to be a pain, but…