The Curious Misadventure of Kenny’s Fanny Pack, a story to remind us that kindness is a language that’s easy to speak.Read More
Author: Karen Crosby
We are back in Costa Rica and much more in the groove than when we left Canadian soil for who knows how many months abroad. We took the red-eye from Calgary to Liberia, a city in western Costa Rica, arriving early in the morning on November 13, 2016, with four backpacks, a few hundred U.S. dollars, and not a clue as to what we’d do next. We didn’t plan not to have a plan, you understand. It just worked out that way. I told myself I was taking a page out of our modus operandi when Mark and I...Read More
The alarm on my watch is beeping: it’s 4:00 a.m. I feel I’ve been asleep for about 10 minutes. Seconds later, one of the kid’s iPads emits a perky jingle—our back-up alarm, which now seems more annoyance than prudence. Mercifully, someone gets to it quickly to shut it off. What an ungodly hour to wake up. We are in a hotel room in Moyogalpa, the main arrival and departure hub on Isla de Ometepe, and we are trying to get the heck outta here. Ometepe is a lovely get-away-from-it-all island of two volcanoes, Concepción and Maderas, rising majestically out...Read More
Let’s admit it: life is messy. You’ve got your everyday messes of disorganized closets, overflowing inboxes, and junk drawers. You’ve got your occasional curve ball messes of bad breakups, financial losses, and legal problems. You’ve got your we-appear-to-be-screwed messes of contaminated water sources, climate change, and overpopulation. Sometimes, as the cherry on top, sits a most insidious mess indeed: the messiness of a dream you’ve held for a long time, languishing on a back burner as you make your way through the busyness of the days and weeks. And years. I’ve come to realize that messes are simply the result of...Read More
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