Day 13 (Home) Kathie Lee Gifford, already said it… Keith Richards, he said it… Kelly Shemanske, not famous… Cory Booker, wrong letter… Kelly Rippa, Clarkson, Osbourne, Katie Holmes, Kyle Richards, Kevin Bacon, Kevin Costner, Kate Beckinsale, Moss, Hudson…I’ve already done them all. “Why do you always do ‘K’s!” I say flattening against the car doorContinue reading “These Things That Happened”
Category Archives: Travel
HOLY. FUCK. UTAH
Day 12 “Annie, get pictures.” He’s nodding towards the hills on both sides of us. They are covered by giant earth colored blankets. The billowy folds makes them look like cartoon drawings. It’s an aesthetic Michael is fond of in his own sketchbooks and abstract paintings. But these cartoon hills are majestic in light ofContinue reading “HOLY. FUCK. UTAH”
Success Is Just a Word
Day 11 I look longingly as I walk through the lounge chairs sprinkled in amongst palm trees, patches of green grass, and tall rocks. The adult-only pool and hot tub are empty. The water is still and waiting. A level below, my children are splashing and diving in another pool. There’s a sandy beach landscapedContinue reading “Success Is Just a Word”
“I Don’t Like Vegas, It Stinks”
Day 10 Tonight feels like being in paradise. I have this thing with Southern California…. a visit there, to me, is like drinking expensive wine… or like a 10 hour sleep where you go to bed early enough to wake up with the sun… Or the way I imagine runners feel after a good workoutContinue reading ““I Don’t Like Vegas, It Stinks””
An Imperfect Family
Day 9 I wake up early again in Idyllwild, California. I wish back home I would wake up this early … out of bed before anyone else, just me and the dogs and a quiet kitchen, time to put away a few things left out the night before, time to let the light in slowly,Continue reading “An Imperfect Family”
We Are Nowhere
“The story is the real thing, not the nice dress you put it in.” -excerpt from my journal Day 8 (cont’d) At last I take over driving. That is probably the most epic thing to happen for the next 4 hours. It just becomes desert. That’s all that it is… for miles. This is ourContinue reading “We Are Nowhere”
A Canyon More Grand
Day 8 The night air brings the tiniest shiver along with it, like the tops of tiny waves that chill your mid back as you wade into a lake in summer. The large bag of ice my daughter is carrying in a nylon bag I’ve suggested she wear over her shoulders like a back pack,Continue reading “A Canyon More Grand”
Land of Giants
Day 7 Packed inside our little car that has five seat depressions and barely an inch of space between them, we make our way off the reservation, back to the highway, and back to our casino flanked RV. The fuse inside the motor home has blown, like it always does during the heat of theContinue reading “Land of Giants”
“I Am The Danger”
Day 6 If you recognize that quote, then you are going to understand why our tour of Albuquerque included visiting a fried chicken joint, a car wash, a junky motel, a fancy house in the mountains, and a remote spot on the side of a dirt road, in the middle of the desert, about 30Continue reading ““I Am The Danger””
Mobile? Home
Day 5 The group of us squeeze together to fit our family of two big men (my 15 year old step-son is man sized), kinda-average me and my daughter, and my short-for-now-until-he-sprouts 12 year old son, into the frame of the phone at the end of my husband’s arm… while ALSO capturing the height ofContinue reading “Mobile? Home”
Annie Aaroe 