The other girls drank their mochas and cappuchinos and black coffees. She sipped hot chocolate. The other girls had matching fuschia tshirts. She had a a light pink shirt to almost match her sister’s white one. The other girls had high heels. She did too…kind of. As sister-of-the-bride, Abbie took her responsibilities seriously. She had…
The best part of my job is, by far, the exceptional people I meet along the way: the brides, the grooms, the seniors, the families. The fun is magnified, too, when I get to drive hundreds of miles of highway and fly across the continent and cross state lines and international borders. The past two…
We went to learn about frogs. All about frogs. We learned that frogs suck their eyeballs into their heads to help the digestion process (say what?!). We learned how FAR a frog’s tongue can shoot out of its mouth to capture its prey. We learned how to tell the difference between a frog and a…
The sun had long since set, the city was a dark and busy place, and we had successfully navigated customs. The five of us banded close to the uniformed pilot sent to guide us through the maze of paperwork, inspections, and inquisitive agents. I don’t know what we expected, when we prepared for arrival, but…
We were minding our own business, wandering along the flower-lined paths. The three of us girls took the time to smell the proverbial roses, gasp at the bevy of tulip varieties, and – for lack of a better word – frolick in the gardens. We had just rounded the corner between a sea of red…
We were less than halfway into our bike ride. Just past the bike-ride-glee and well before the bike-ride-pain. Along the path came jogging a 65ish-year-old man in his matching running suit (you know the kind — elastic at the ankles, wrists, and waist . . . a strip all the way down each side ….
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