There are no eyelash curlers in the remote jungle of western Costa Rica. Dense, green mountains strip away all vanity; nature becomes the great equalizer. “Forest fashion” is whatever is clean, or at the very least, that which doesn’t smell too terrible. Mismatched outfits, floppy hats, …
Two weeks ago, I returned from a seven-day trip to Charleston with my mother and her sister, the famous Aunt Gangster Gail. On this annual trip southward, I am the event planner, chauffeur, schlepper, and general go-to companions for adults age 70 and older. Keeping the …
And I will stroll the merry way And jump the hedges first And I will drink the clear Clean water for to quench my thirst And I shall watch the ferry-boats And they’ll get high On a bluer ocean Against tomorrow’s sky And I will …
