Moxie’s Musings

I wake up tired every morning. Every. Single. Morning. Without fail. It doesn’t matter how much sleep I did or didn’t get; it doesn’t matter that I’m now tethered to a medieval-looking torture [...]

Staying at a lovely little place in the Texas hill country. I left San Antonio years ago, swearing I’d never come back because it’s gotten so big and way too busy. But I’d forgotten how beautiful [...]

I used to love to fly (on a commercial airplane, not my broom – that’s a different story). Flash back: 1972, LAX. Mom & I are in nestled into our giant seats, a grateful six rows forward of [...]