My journey as a 3rd Act Gypsy had been years in the planning but officially began in 2015 when I volunteered to be laid off from my Corporate World job. I bought a one-way ticket to Barcelona with the intent to discover my own voice and share my travel adventures through my blog.
Over time, it has become so much more as I deepen the discovery and exploration of life after the 9-5 routine.
Today, I dedicate this space to current and future 3rdAct Gypsies. Through my reflections, foibles and experiences, it is my sincere hope to inspire you to discover your own unique path and plan for your 3rd Act.
If you are entering this phase or beginning to think about it, welcome. More than anything, I look forward to hearing from, and learning from, all of you that join this community. Let’s hit the road and see what life has in store for us!
Be Afraid. Do It Anyway.
October is a month dedicated to scary things – horror movies, haunted houses, Halloween costumes – all with the intent to scare the bejeezus out
It’s a Sign: What the L?
It’s been six years since I booked a one-way ticket to Barcelona with the intent to cleanse my mental palate and restore my creative juices
What Theater Taught Me
This summer marks the forty-year anniversary of my Master’s thesis production of LuAnn Hampton Laverty Oberlander by Preston Jones at San Jose State University. I
The View from the Inside
It’s that time of year when Facebook pops up and shows me images of past memories. Pre-pandemic, July was usually my travel month with my
It’s been five years since I lost my friend Patti to a rare form of cancer. She was only sixty at the time and her
IPL-ing My Life
My first job after graduate school was working for a local discount book chain started by a wealthy couple who wanted to give Crown Books
Who Holds the Pen?
I recently had the opportunity to work with an experienced editor to polish a piece for publication in her digital magazine, Spirited Voices. When the
What Day is It???
March is weird this year. Okay, not as weird as last year, but weird nonetheless. First of all, where the heck did February go? I
In Search of the Perfect Gelato
For the past year, I’ve gotten up each morning and looked at my suitcase. She sits expectantly on my luggage rack reminding me 2020 was