After a long and rainy winter, there’s nothing better than seeing dainty crocuses peeking out of the ground, or noticing how small buds are beginning to appear on the trees.
Waking to the sound of gentle music being piped through the trees, it was difficult to remember how, less than a day before, I had been woken by a blaring alarm.
Let’s face it; it doesn’t matter how much you love Pittsburgh, getting to escape for a week to a beach in Jamaica in the middle of January is still a wondrous thing.
Sitting at a long table inside Mama Dip’s Kitchen in Chapel Hill, NC, I was reminded of how much I love southern cooking.
I’ve heard a lot of people say that “Christmas is for kids,” and in many ways, they’re right.
I’m not quite sure how I found myself marching in the middle of a parade, but when you’re in Indiana County, PA, during the Christmas season, I guess sometimes the holiday spirit just sweeps you away.
I’m not sure if it was the small group singing “We Shall Overcome” on the rotunda at the University of Virginia (UVA), or the signs promoting the Pride Parade on the Downtown Mall.
One of the things I like to do most when traveling is check out the local art scene.
One of the complaints that I’ve often heard while wandering wine trails (and seriously—you don’t hear a lot of griping from those happily imbibing) is that not everyone wants to drink wine.
When visiting Missouri, it’s natural to consider the St. Louis Arch the state’s most amazing man-made attraction.