There are few things I love more than writing what I feel. Actually, it’s a desperate need. Ok, honestly, it’s a survival skill. I am mentally bombarded with the oddities, trivialities, and, occasionally, deep thoughts about everyday life. They plague me like bad boyfriends and overzealous mall hawkers. If I don’t get them out somewhere, somehow, they haunt my days and deprive my nights of sleep. So this is my therapy. I invite you to cavort with me through the sometimes humorous, sometimes irreverent, often ridiculous, meanderings and musings of my soul. Oh, and I travel. A lot. So you get pretty pictures to look at, too. What more could you possibly want?