Be still my fickle heart
Mary Murphy
June 21, 2013
Nashville is my heaven – or at least one version of what heaven might be like. What more could a gal ask for than country
Nashville is my heaven – or at least one version of what heaven might be like. What more could a gal ask for than country
Bourbon is the mainstay of Kentucky. It goes into everything. I’m travelling onwards laden with recipes that call for a drop or two or seven
I like to go mass each Sunday and when in Budapest, do so religiously. Even when I travel I try to find a Catholic church
When driving through parts of Kentucky, it’s not deer you need to keep an eye on but the Amish and their buggies. One of the
Henderson, Kentucky, sits on the banks of the Ohio River, right across from the state of Indiana. Back in the late 1700s, one Colonel Henderson
As Easter beckons and as my mate Lori’s first anniversary draws near, I find myself thinking more and more about death – not that I
‘So how many beaches do you think there are on Hawaii’, I asked. After a few seconds of mental arithmetic, she said ‘I can count
I’ve been giving a lot of thought lately to where I’d move, if I had to move. The political situation in Hungary is getting a
Driving around the biggest of the six Hawaiian islands is like reading a book of fascinating and at times, amusing, roadsigns. You’d think they’d be
Mark Twain visited the Hawaiian islands back in 1866 and took copious notes of what he encountered. He had a particular fondness for trees, as
