I’ve created a reputation for myself.
It started young, this special gift of mine. There are always those popular “Rebekah stories” that surface whilst entertaining guests over dinner, and the one about me wrecking my dad’s classic car is definitely at the top.
It isn’t what you think.
Continue reading ➞ I Break Things
It all started when I received a phone call from my daughter asking me, as she has in the past, if I was doing anything that night.
She was car shopping and wanted to know if I would go with her. The drive time to the dealer with traffic—over one hour and a half.
Pondering how crazy it was to shop for a car that was so far away on a weekday evening, I agreed, and we left.
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Our last day exploring New York was a success, complete with humidity, candy, famous movie sights, and a chocolate shake as big as my head.
Goodbye New York. I will miss you.
Continue reading ➞ New York Day 5 | 6.19.17