"Ouch!  Direct hit!  Nailed me in the arm!" Me to Evie. We were in a game of dodgeball-lite, using little green apples we found on the beach. Me to Scott, "Incoming on your 8!" He narrowly avoided a lobbed apple...

This is the week before the bitter end.  We're moving "home" from Colombia at the end of next week.  This is a tough one.  On the one hand, we're about to start an adventure that we've been dreaming about for...

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...