Here’s to Today

Oh, how sweet memories are. What a gift when they remind us we are living the best life we choose to create. 365 days ago I set an...

Originally written April 2023, I stumbled upon this yesterday (a year later) and was delightfully stunned at how beautifully life is...

There is this “gemstone” in Galicia that isn’t really a gemstone at all. It’s compressed coal that has stood pressure over time. Since...

“None of it means anything if you don’t have someone to share it with,” he told me. “Come to Europe with me.” It was the summer of my...

Sometimes the moment is the mission, and that is enough.

Sometimes stories just write themselves. Sometimes when you’re wonder who the weirdo is in the crowd, it just might be you.

I got kicked out of two churches today in two different Spanish cities. I’m on an international crime spree. First, in Astorga, I visited...

Sometimes quitting is the best, healthiest decision you can make. Here's why.

This is Part 2 of a series on my Honeymoon of the Heart, a trip I took to the Middle East in 2012. Life, as it does sometimes, forced me...

During the early days of 2020 pandemic lockdown I took an Ivy-League class on the science of well-being. One of the first exercises in...

Part Three of a Three-part series on my Topkapi Palace journey into the Ottoman Empire

Part Two of a Three-part series on my foray into the Ottoman empire: Miracles. Layer 2: Miracles If you go to Washington DC, how do you...

Part One of a Three-part series on my foray into the Ottoman empire: The Harem.

Yesterday Chachi and I were at REI. I wanted to pop in quick, look at backpacks, and see about a couple specific items for a walk/hike I...

9. That’s how many days ago I first heard of Camino de Santiago walk/pilgrimage across Spain (and selected other countries) 500. (Or 70)...

I’ve never ran a marathon. Well, not one with tennis shoes on my feet and numbers pinned to my chest, anyway. But I have ran the kind...

A season of sabbatical and shifting Good morning, Loved Ones: It’s July 1, and this month, I choose me. I’ve worked since I was 13, been...

by Rebecca Buell | Mar 15, 2021 Remember those “secret decoder” prizes that used to come packed in purchases of Cracker Jacks or various...

by Rebecca Buell | Nov 13, 2020 When I was 23 and beginning graduate school, I applied for a job as receptionist at a social services...