Personal travel narratives reflecting on the joys and humor of family travel.
On this, the official second birthday of Albany Kid, I’m launching a new family travel series – Vignettes in a History of Family Travel. For the past couple of years, a friend’s comment has been burrowing under my skin, a splinter that resisted pulling, until late last year. A group of homeschool moms and I…
Sitting at the wheel of my Chevy Suburban, I was invincible. No road too intimidating, no adventure too extreme. The golden Suburban carried us across the country and back, into the wild, and on to the top of the highest peaks. We’ve looked out on buffaloes and grizzlies, sand dunes and glaciers. She never strained,…
Virgin Islanders celebrate Independence Day with an exuberance that might seem decadent in more puritanical parts of the country. The St. John Carnival festivities go on all month – musical events, village fair – culminating with a parade and fireworks on the 4th of July. It’s a big celebration befitting not just the country’s independence,…
It’s a lifetime since I could stay in my childhood home in the Virgin Islands. After Hurricane Marilyn finished in 1995 what Hurricane Hugo started in 1989, all that was left was the bones of a great house and a huge mess. My parents moved to Puerto Rico to start a new life on a…