“Poppies. Poppies will put them to sleep.” We couldn’t help ourselves. Wandering through Monet’s lovely gardens, my sister and I simply had to do our very best Witch of the West cackles. Tour groups scattered in all directions. It was a great way to clear the area of selfie sticks to better enjoy Giverny’s waterlilies.
I want to tell you about my first time.
It happened in the lobby of the Myrtle Beach Marriott.
We collapsed into the tasteful British Colonial plantation chairs after too many hours on the road. Myrtle was the tail end of a whirlwind roadtrip through the Carolinas that included Asheville, Raleigh, Durham, 5 kids, 4 adults.
And it was hot. Continue reading
I could have spent New Year’s Day watching Democrats and Republicans circle one another like caged mixed martial arts fighters. But there was much more compelling television to be viewed and I’m not talking about the Rose Bowl, although the game was pretty entertaining. Continue reading
My boss refuses to yield to my repeated requests for a 4-hour workweek.
I, like Timothy Ferriss, wish to indulge my true passion and travel the world but I’ve had no success cajoling and wheedling, explaining how I can work remotely; that through the magic of Skype, I can be virtually present while actually slurping down a bowl of pho guya truyen in Hanoi. He deftly deflects each of my attempts, reminding me that my tax dollar-funded position as chief fiscal officer requires my physical presence in the office. To date, I’ve simply managed to get him to agree to let me work more hours in exchange for additional days off. Somehow, I don’t think that’s what Mr. Ferriss had in mind.