Tips to know when hiking Barker Dam at Joshua Tree National Park. When I...

No one believes my Mother's Day stories. I wouldn't either.

When I was a girl, my dad always tried to teach me about cars.  He pointed to what this thing was and he explained how it worked.   And I remember none of what he tried to teach me.  I remember looking at his tan, scarred hands, that grime under the nails that would never come out.  I can close my eyes and smell the mix of diesel fuel and cigarette smoke. That was the smell of my dad after a long honest day's work in the shop.  The literal blue collar with his name stitched across his chest.

One of JD's highlights of her trip to Savannah was dining at the famous...

It's about a three-hour drive out to Twenty-nine Palms, but with 24 hours notice that...

As our final trip of 2017, JD and I met up in Palm Springs...