The Wanderlust Box

Where does wanderlust come from? Is the insatiable desire to keep seeing and doing written into our genes? Does the need to keep exploring spring from a constant barrage of media telling us to keep traveling? Or is it sprouted from the seeds planted by individuals and events before we were born? Can wanderlust sit... Continue Reading →

When We Are Older

I recently had a heated discussion with a five and an eight-year-old about riding bikes. They have bikes, neither choose to ride. They opt for scooters like modern kids in cities do. I assured them bikes would take them to much more interesting places, but they cannot comprehend needing anything more interesting than pavement that... Continue Reading →

What the Journal Says

There is a stack of tattered spiral pocket notebooks I keep deeply tucked in my desk drawer, wrapped in a couple layers of plastic. The handwritten notes begin on May 23, 1970 when my mother, two years before becoming such, records the day my parents purchased an Ozark topper, had it loaded on their truck... Continue Reading →

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