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!
It’s a Sign: 50 Years Later
In the continuing and occasional series around my fixation with signs, this one highlights the Summer of Love exhibit in San Francisco last year. Wandering
Sisterhood of the Traveling Orange Towel
In August of 2007, I traveled to Italy with my two cousins, Lisa and Kim, and my “adopted” sister, Sharon. It was my first time
Not Quite the Tattoo I Had in Mind
I’ve always wanted a tattoo. It’s been on my bucket list for years. And I knew there needed to be a good story behind it.
My Magical Story-Telling Christmas Tree
I have a magical Christmas tree. It may look like your typical store-bought, artificial tree with pre-lit lights, but that just means you aren’t looking
Bumps, Humps & Lumps: My Road to Slowing the F*&# Down
I was a timid driver at 16. I remember driving into the neighborhood strip mall and not being able to get the car over the
Just Say “Yes”
It often takes more courage to contemplate a “yes,” than live with an automatic “no.” What can you say yes to today? How often in
Election Aftermath
It’s been 72 hours since Donald Trump was elected the 45th President of the United States and I’m still a goopy mess. My stomach hurts,
What Colour is Your Empty Nest?
It’s that time of year when parents are taking their children to college for the first time. It’s a time of transition that is exciting
Travel makes my feet sore and my heart soar
The cobblestone streets of old world European cities, days of touring their glorious museums, hours of transport dependent solely on your delicate soles and the