How it all began…
Top Ramen, Google Maps, and frequent flyer miles–three things that saved us at some point on our long, strange, family trip. So how did I, an ambitious news anchorwoman who at one time actually believed happiness was related to the number of digits on a paycheck, become a 21st century nomad? After nearly eight years of getting up at 3 a.m. to anchor the CBS morning news in Los Angeles, I was suddenly fired in 2010 when I requested a switch to hours that would allow me to stop walking through life like a zombie in high heels. After the initial humiliation, I recognized this ass-kicking for the blessing it was and decided to change direction.
Despite the fact that my husband Ethan is germ-a-phobic and chaos-adverse, he jumped on board and I will always love him for taking that leap of faith. And my kids? Griffin was four-years old when we left L.A. and Adrian just two so they were along for the ride. They’ve eaten snails for dinner in Namibia, a guinea pig lunch in Peru, and a dessert of sweet breads in Argentina–the real bonus being that they can now say “thank you” in eleven languages. We were caught in a terrorist scare in Turkey and charged by an angry hippopotamus in Africa, experiences that bonded us closer than any Navy SEAL team.
After the death of my mother in 2013, our long, strange family trip took us to Spain, where we lived with my sister and her family in a crumbling old palacio with a lovely view of a medieval castle (if you’re wondering how much patience and finesse it takes to live with extended family, read my story “All Together Now” in O, The Oprah Magazine). This blog documents my love affair with family and travel. It addresses the challenges of parenting and mid-life. It’s about the continuing quest to remember what really counts by sharing stories and photographs. Because, if you’re lucky, there are times when you are lifted on invisible wings to a different plane of existence – a place where time travel, God, and even Peace On Earth feel so ridiculously possible.