by Julie Sucha Anderson | Oct 25, 2023
In late August, when my husband, Bob, and I drove our Airstream over the Columbia River into Astoria, Oregon, we celebrated with a high-five. We had pulled the camper into the last of the contiguous United States. Number 48. The quest to put its wheels in every...
by Julie Sucha Anderson | Nov 14, 2022
Had anyone told me, ever, that one night I’d paint my face like a dead person and follow a Mariachi band through the streets of a Mexican city, I’d have stared in wonder. Which is what I did as I followed the music in San Miguel de Allende and celebrated Dia de los...
by Julie Sucha Anderson | Aug 13, 2020
In mid-March, like everyone else, I stocked my pantry and prepared for the ugly sweep of the virus. I anticipated days of reading, writing, yoga, and fiddling with a mountain of art supplies. But that plan remained on hold. I was headed to the airport. I had company...