Summer ends and school begins. Soon all the photos of scrubbed children with shiny new backpacks and fresh clothes will fill up the Facebook and Instagram feeds. But what the unsuspecting parents who snap away at their posed kids, before shipping them off to new teachers, new classmates, don’t realize is they’re doing it all wrong. And this is why…
April is National Poetry Month, and to wrap up this occasion, here is a traveler’s ode I wrote at one of those defining moments in life- an Ode to a Faithful Companion.
I just found out a secret, and this is going to change your outlook on Christmas forever!
Snakes in the Lake, Secret Rooms, Hidden in the Hills, Leather Pants & more: a compilation of travel tales from Ioannina- a secret gem hidden in the mountains of mainland Greece.
“Limits exist only in your mind.” Aristotle’s famous words emblazoned across a Scholastic Book Club poster hung over my bed when I was growing up. I woke up to his words every morning and fell asleep to them every night. And eventually they became emblazoned in my own mind. I had BIG dreams. I was going to change the world.
My daughter adores Halloween- me, not so much. That fake spooky stuff gets me annoyed- mainly because I’ve encountered the real deal- spooky spirits and chilling haunts- Check out these True Ghost Tales for an extra-chilling Halloween.
You don’t need guts and gore to be scary. A dark room with an unknown sound and your own imagination can be just as frightening as any graphic image. Keep that in mind before you take your child into a haunted house.
I learned my first past tense verb in Swedish yesterday: åt. It means “ate.” So now I can say cool things like “Hunden åt min sköldpadda” (The dog ate my turtle). Just kidding- I don’t have a turtle, but “sköldpadda” is such a fun word! I began learning Swedish last year, after stumbling across it on Duolingo…
I’ve been reading a lot about the Sabra Hummus recall. I love hummus, and really loved their Greek olive hummus (I’m a sucker for Kalamata olives! The first time I really had homemade hummus, I was living in a mountain village in Corfu, Greece…
I scrambled to put my child’s lunch together. Opening the food cupboard door, I found myself facing a closet packed with weird oddities. Who eats guava paste? My husband’s a chef….