You can walk to Borth from Aberystwyth, although Beesly and I have not yet attempted it. Perhaps when it's a little warmer we will venture up the hill, Y Consti, and wander along the cliffs above the sea. In the fall, I was lucky enough to catch a ride to Borth and stand on the... Continue Reading →

I've always walked to get thoughts worked out in my mind. Sometimes I like to talk out loud to myself. In the city, New York or Ljubljana, I wore earbuds so it looked like I was on the phone, but really I was trying to verbally parse apart something for myself--a problem that needed resolving.... Continue Reading →

My Welsh buddy and I went to the car park--or mud pit with ditches and remnants of stone walls-- so I could "have a go" at driving on the opposite side of the car. It was the perfect place for me to begin. After thirteen years in rural Vermont, I was used to driving on... Continue Reading →

I used to suffer from pretty bad anxiety. My late husband, Jay, suffered from depression. He always told me that anxiety and depression were two sides of the same coin. When he died, though, my anxiety seemed to disappear. It was as though he "took it with him" I used to say. But now, almost... Continue Reading →