“Liberté” is how Josef described his life to me, distilling it down to a single word. As he said it a second time, he lifted his hands, palms up, toward the sky and faced the sun, smiling, “Liberté.”

I knew I was speeding. I had been on this two-lane blacktop since New Mexico and rarely saw a car

It doesn’t take much to get me off the Interstate. I’ll take U.S. or State Highways any day. County roads are even better.

I woke up with a scratchy throat and a bit of a sniffle...

I want to take a minute and RANT against National Health Care, or “socialized medicine.”

There is something about traveling in trains and planes that feels like “playing hooky."

This morning, awakened with a desire to air fry something, I remembered the hash browns I bought when I purchased the Ninja

This practice is designed to help you learn to stay in the moment. Please feel free to share with anyone you know seeking enlightenment.

A week ago Tuesday started out simply enough...we woke up early and hit the road north to Marceline, MO to tour the Walsworth Publishing plant, then lunch at Tall Paul's in Bucklin, MO with Meghan Viers Jolliffe, Joe Cupp, and Beverly Cupp. From there, Jonathan and I would wander rural Missouri so he could get a glimpse of life out here.

The conversation I would like to hear happening at our southern border: Border Patrol Officer: “Welcome to the United States of America. How may I help you?” Asylum Seeker: “We would like to apply for asylum in this country.” BPO: “Oh, I’m sorry that you felt you had to leave your home and family to do this. Please, come with me and we’ll start the application...."

I find I lack a certain discipline on the road. The brunt, of which, is paid for by my digestive system...well, and my liver.

The first time I heard Navajo spoken as a natural course of conversation was in Holbrook, Arizona. I was in an art gallery that sold various Indian art. The owner, Nakai, spoke to one of the locals, who dropped by, in his native tongue. He sold me a ring in English.

Day Eight: Yeah, I slept until noon. I got home last night, got to bed at a decent time, but my body yelled at me every time I tried to get up. So I slept.

This journey didn’t start in Richland, WA. This journey started the day my daughter almost died giving birth. Maybe the journey ended for me in Richland and I’m just driving home.