Colorfully-lit artwork around Singapore had me questioning the shades beyond black and white.
The Value of Repetition
My daughters have made the same thing for breakfast the past three weekends. I’m not getting sick of it (yet). That’s because the repetition reminds me of an age-old adage.
Making Our Own Happy Mementos
Family trips may not be free of conflict, but the memories of time together can often outweigh troubles. I learned this lesson after my youngest daughter created her own souvenir of our trip to a lavender farm in Tasmania.
Cooking Up A Storm
One day my husband left the country, and a squall blew in, unearthing resentments and loneliness. The only hope for me and the kids was to cook our way out of it.
Tassie Road Trip: A Fragile Patchwork of Landscapes
Our family drive from the west coast to the east coast of Tasmania had me singing the praises of its natural wonders. Yet, I also discovered that much of it could disappear unless we humans face the music on how our lives affect the world around us.
Tazmazia: A Puzzle of a Place
Today we checked out a quirky playground in Tasmania’s Central Highlands. Tazmazia and the Village of Lower Crockpot boasted having the world’s largest maze complex. We tried several of the challenges, and checked out the miniature sculptures.
People’s Park: Bridge Over Troubled Waters
Fight or a little flight? My family and I disagreed on how to best settle differences during a family vacation in Tasmania.
Windswept Wildflower 