Roadtrip of Legends
Our annual summer road trip was the stuff of legends. Every year, on the first day of summer, we packed Lexi's pink VW Beetle full - with gigantic hats, risque bikinis, and bad decisions - and set off on our East Coast Bonanza. That day, Maria had also packed a tyre pump. She dumped it in the car unceremoniously.
why I'm sad that the case of the Somerton Man may finally be solved
The case of the Somerton Man has inspired a generation of internet sleuths and crime enthusiasts. Filled with mystery and intrigue and even some suggestion of links to secret-agent espionage, the case of the Somerton Man is entirely fascinating. But now, following the exhumation of the Somerton Man's body and advances in DNA testing, there is a fair chance that this case could be solved. We might finally find out who the Somerton Man is, how he died, and maybe even why he died.
I have never thought of myself as a very excitable person; I'm generally happiest when I am by myself or with only one other trusted person. But trying to achieve complete calm and peace of mind is not something that comes easy to me. I am often restless. I often have a million and one things on my mind, but a to-do list only three items long, and one of them: RELAX.
Give Me Winnie the Pooh Any Day
I remember running away from my mother - chubby fists pumping, hair whipping behind me, throwing myself into the dark corner of my closet - when she said she would teach me how to read. I remember her showing me the books and saying that they were just the books I knew anyway. Because I knew all of the children's books. Apparently, I would flip through the pages as I recited them, mimicking reading them as best as I could.