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The summer after I was in Eighth Grade, I took a trip with my youth group. We’d been planning for over a year, fund-raising and working toward that goal of renting a cargo van and taking off from our sleepy New England town and heading to parts south for a week. We were participating in a service project for a family in rural Tennessee. Our particular job was to install sheet rock and new floorboards in their home in the Appalachian Mountains, which was way off the beaten path. To say it was a life-changing experience for me seems too trite, too pat.  Read more >

I used to drive a lot.  For years, I had a long commute to work and I liked it that way.  It was my own space to prepare for a long work day and to decompress on the ride home. My car was also my freedom, and the highway was the ribbon that connected me to any place I wanted to go.  Back in my single days, I'd hop in my car to go anywhere I felt like--into Boston to see a concert; clear across the state of Massachusetts to meet up with a hot Aussie for a couple beers;  down to Philly, to reconnect with a college friend. I loved me a road trip.  Read more >