Scott to me, "I don't know what it is, but my feet hurt.  The salt in the pool is stinging for some reason."  Me, "Oh, I know what it is!  You're cutting your feet on the tiles."  Him, "Come again?" ...

The goal was to head out of San Antonio and hit Santa Fe to visit my maternal grandfather's widow, Edyne.  This was our first major jump - 750 miles - without Scott.  San Antonio to Santa Fe.  We made it! I'm...

I dropped off Scott at the airport and took a deep breath.  I did some of that Oprah motivational talking to myself. For the first time, I became Captain Traci. “You can do this.  It’s going to be fine.” By noon, we...