Weekend Wanderer
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Weekend Wanderer: Don’t Make Me Scuba Dive, Part Two
You may remember I’m certifying in open-water scuba diving. You may also remember I’m afraid of swimming over large objects,…
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Weekend Wanderer: A Million Dollars, Egg Containers, and Wall Street
I had to take Willie to The Container Store in King of Prussia. Now, my family — both immediate and…
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Weekend Wanderer: A Romantic Weekend … in Harrisburg?
Last week, I hinted at my romantic weekend in Harrisburg. As resident Pennsylvanians, I think we can all agree Harrisburg…
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Weekend Wanderer: Let Burt Bacharach Be Your Guide
I missed my exit on the turnpike last week because Burt Bacharach went to Marion’s bar in Nepal. I’m not…
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Weekend Wanderer: Finding the Perfect Rug
I have been stymied by the rug at my front door, which has gone to Marion’s bar in Nepal. Just…
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Weekend Wanderer: When Mom Stands You Up for Dinner
My editors ask that I submit this column by Thursday each week. They say Thursday. What I hear is Tuesday…
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Weekend Wanderer: When Your Muse Quits
I have always said that as long as Willie and Indy are alive, I’ll have stories. But half of that…
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Weekend Wanderer: All You Need Is Family. Sort of
I’m wondering if you guys remember Thanksgiving. Specifically, the Thanksgiving that almost was — the one in which my aunt…
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Weekend Wanderer: Do I Really Need to Be Alone?
Well. Now that Indy is — Wait. How do I characterize Indy now that Indy is gone? Because I really…
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Weekend Wanderer: Laugh … Even if You’re Sad
“Let’s see if it’s ready yet.” That was Indy, on Veterans Day. Veteran Temple of Doom residents had been invited…
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Weekend Wanderer: Spending Christmas with Rick Steves
I accidentally spent $177 on a beef tenderloin. One hundred and seventy-seven dollars. It all started with Rick Steves’ European…
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Weekend Wanderer: The Night of the Banana Bread
Well, last week we talked about Thanksgiving. Today, we’re talking about The Night of the Banana Bread. Indy wasn’t feeling…
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Weekend Wanderer: The Thanksgiving That Almost Was
I know Thanksgiving is over. I mean, my Christmas decorations have been up for a week. But I have to…
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Weekend Wanderer: Mother Nature Is Cruel. Just Ask My Purse
I complain about the cabin a lot. The cabin. The Cabin. I don’t own it. That honor goes to my…
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Weekend Wanderer: Being Alone for the First Time in Years
So with two gainfully employed adolescents, a few nights a week I find myself in a peculiar position. I am,…
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Weekend Wanderer: More Than One Way to Bury a Cat
A few weeks ago, I made a comment about my dead pets’ ashes. In my bar. Their ashes are in…
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Weekend Wanderer: Fostering Independence — and Taking It Away
I think I did the worst thing I’ve ever done. It was a chilly but sunny Friday, the trees just…
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Weekend Wanderer: Surviving the Haunted Hotel
Well, guys, here I am. I survived the haunted hotel. And I’m like 98 percent sure nothing followed me home.…
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