Posted on August 20, 2015

View from Balcony of Hotel Santa Marta, Lloret de Mar















For more on the beauty of Girona and the Costa Brava Coast, see my 5-Part Series (links below) and go here for more information.
Discovering Costa Brava: Spain’s Medieval Coast, Part I
Discovering Costa Brava’s Medes Islands, Part II
Discovering Costa Brava’s Bounty, Part III
Cycling Through Costa Brava’s Medieval Villages, Part IV
Discovering Costa Brava, Part V
Posted on April 13, 2015
I did it. I bared all to be pampered like a princess and bathed like a baby. And I liked it.
Marrakesh Must-dos for a Girl’s Day Out are what I call the 3 Ss–souk shopping, Jemaa el- Fnaa Square, and a scrub. By- day the largest market in Africa hops with henna and monkeys and snakes, Oh My. And by- night, pop up food stands serve with a shake (aka) belly dancers. But to really Go Moroccan, after a day of dodging noisy motorcycles, pushy peddlers, and some pungent smells, globe trotters can wash away a world of care. 



For locals through the ages, public bathhouses, like those found in Turkey and Rome, are places to steam to release steam weekly. Those covered head-to-toe on the street disrobe and socialize here, but for those too shy to go public with strangers, private spas and hotels are ways to test the waters.
My first two hammams were with three friends at two different private spas. While those experiences were good, this Goldilocks found the third bed at my last close encounter—the slab of stone on which the washing takes place—to be just right. It’s not surprising that at Royal Mansour, a luxurious mini medina of private riads built by king’s decree, one will receive royal treatment. The spa is open to the public for those wanting to splurge.




















Posted on February 9, 2015
“I’ve always found this a trying time of the year. The leaves not yet out, mud everywhere you go. Frosty mornings gone. Sunny mornings not yet come. Give me blizzards and frozen pipes, but not this nothing time, not this waiting room of the world.” — C.S.Lewis in Shadowlands
I’m so ready for spring, and last weekend I needed a Beauty Break. Badly. I’m not talking about manicures or makeovers. A new ‘do or fancy frock may make me feel all togged down, as Mama Lou would say, but later, if I couldn’t afford it, I’m left feeling all bogged down. I’m talking about focusing on beauty. 
Thankfully, the world brims with it. Somewhere—whether in urban parks or suburban backyards—there’s a place to look up at blue and out at green. To breathe. To relax. To enjoy. For free. Or almost at the legendary La Mamounia Marrakech. 








A sandwich on the terrace and a glass of wine was my price of admission–well worth an afternoon walking the gardens. 

















We are serious art, created and creators. Daily we fashion our lives through choices—some deciding how to deal with setbacks we didn’t choose.
When my children were small and I was a full time teacher and single mom,I tried to write in every spare moment I could find. There weren’t many. Still, I learned that when the kids were with their dad I needed to do more than clean house and grocery shop. Writing was refuge, but the good stuff , truth, came faster after focusing on my play date, God, as he showed me the world He made. I needed to back away from the laptop and go find pretty—whether in paintings hanging on the Frist Center walls, in light reflected off Old Hickory Lake, in woods surrounding a Monteagle B and B. I now live in Marrakesh, a city where garden havens hide behind ocre walls. 












With filtered lenses and selective shots its easy to live in a Pinterest Perfect world, censoring ugly realities–human, animal, and environmental ills– that need our attention. Yet paradoxically, to face what’s wrong…to remember good ultimately wins… 
starts with focusing on what’s already lovely and worthy of praise. Hearts thirsting for the world-made-right-again are quenched beside fountains of blessings. And lifted when we simply look up. 