Cycling in Croatia

As I slowly crawl up another incline on my bicycle, I check my mirror to see a pack of septuagenarians inching closer. In an instant, the ringing of passing bells mutes the sound of my bike chain. One by one, the group passes me, most of whom have 40 years on me, and I’m the one out of breath. I could…

Mother-Daughter Tropical Escape

You know something very good is happening to your soul when you awake with a single worry: Will the woodpecker linger at the palm tree outside your window long enough for your eight-year-old daughter to catch a glimpse of him?