Highlights from JD's travels in Greece including watching the traditional dances, touring the Greek islands soaking in the culture.

When I was a girl, my dad always tried to teach me about cars.  He pointed to what this thing was and he explained how it worked.   And I remember none of what he tried to teach me.  I remember looking at his tan, scarred hands, that grime under the nails that would never come out.  I can close my eyes and smell the mix of diesel fuel and cigarette smoke. That was the smell of my dad after a long honest day's work in the shop.  The literal blue collar with his name stitched across his chest.

The energy of Cirque Du Soleil Mystere left me feeling like I was a little kid, being pushed on the swings higher and higher.  The sense of intimidation at first, soon turning into exhilaration.

The saying goes..." it's not the destination, it's the journey". This begins my tale...

Extra-sized Valentine's Week Edition.  All of our posts on Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Facebook, right...

No one believes my Mother's Day stories. I wouldn't either.