Finding Freedom in Historic Concord, the place of the Revolutionary War and birthplace of America. I love to travel because I love to discover myself, who I am, what I want, and declare my freedom to pursue my dreams in each place that I experience. There is no better place to seek out finding freedom in historic Concord, but perhaps not for the reasons that you think.

My Weekend Pleasures Around LA Without Crowds shows that if there is a silver...

All our posts this week from Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Facebook, right here for you. Our week's...

Our week's worth of our recently posted photos on our social media, for your...

It's about a three-hour drive out to Twenty-nine Palms, but with 24 hours notice that...

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.