that store down the road with the foreign name. . . try it.

I find that after living in the same place for a year or so, I settle into my favorite haunts and hideaways.  There is an occasional foray into the unknown, like my recent drive through an off-my-beat neighborhood because I needed something only carried in “that part of town.”  I stay in my comfort zone, as most creatures do.… Read More that store down the road with the foreign name. . . try it.

art museum. toddler. security guard with acute apprehension.

I didn’t grow up frequenting art museums.  For one, there weren’t that many in our local area (various African cities).  For another, if they weren’t free, I’m sure my parents weren’t going to fork over the cash for five kids to run down the halls, screaming to see how loud it would echo.  Last month… Read More art museum. toddler. security guard with acute apprehension.