Virginia, I love you. Passionately. I’m reminded of that fact every time I visit Shenandoah, especially when it’s autumn and the bright leaves almost have me convinced there’s a forest fire spreading across the valley.
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Somehow, enough time has crept up on me that I’ve been able to establish two fall traditions as a resident of Virginia. They include, for one, a pre-Halloween trip to a haunted forest in the Richmond exurbs, squarely in the middle of nowhere. After sunset, our little group takes back roads to a huge cornfield […]
Nowadays, home is a word with an increasingly flexible definition. It means Wilmette, whose geography is etched into my nervous system, and Chicago, where I’ve always loved getting lost. It means Los Angeles, where a gaggle of family (and might-as-well-be-family) members have settled. And home now means Virginia, whether we’re talking about my current town […]
On road trips, I’m decidedly not the navigator. My boyfriend likes to pore over maps like he’s reading a novel; I look at them bemusedly as a sea of pretty dots and squiggles, pieces of art somehow but not really legible. And while he braces himself uncomfortably behind the wheel, confronting each turn as a […]
After much careful thought, and a particularly relaxing Saturday, I’ve decided that the theme of my summer should be “picnics and ponies.” Both elements offer a welcome escape to my youth, back when I was an equestrian hooked on all things horsey (Exhibits A and B: visits to the local racetrack and the Kentucky Derby; […]