The signs became more familiar. I started to recognize cities, highways, byways, and knew exactly where to go without a map. I was headed back to the place where I started. I was headed home… or was I? I have written a lot about this concept of home. Technically, I do not have one. I…

It is no secret that I am a drinker. I have an entire section on this web site devoted to my tasting adventures. I am primarily a beer girl, like down to the bone, but I am open to drink, discuss and learn about any alcohol that is out there. I recognize that most towns…

I am sitting in a real bed in a real motel in Alpine, Texas. It is the second to last day of the year and I still do not know where I will be to ring in the New Year, let alone where I will lay my head tomorrow. This was, after all, not my…