Girls, Girls, Girls

Racing west across I-10 with my mom in her post-divorce jet black Corvette to spend a few weeks in San Diego counts as my first girls trip. I get out there the most with my sister and Shana. We've been all over - dissecting New York a dozen times and up and down the California coast, loving Laguna and San Francisco, and a lot of the states in between (at least the cool ones) plus Hawaii and Asia and, even though we had to drag Shana kicking and screaming, Bisbee, Arizona, where I am absolutely positive I heard a taffeta-wearing ghost walk by my bed. Then there are the trips with my friends. We've gone back to San Diego and to LA, Disneyland, Rocky Point, Nogales, Las Vegas, Oregon, Park City, Sedona, Tucson - Miraval, Miraval, Miraval and Miraval, lots of local resorts and lots of our houses because you're never too old for a slumber party. It's the girls trips that makes life fun. Guys are great, but come on, really. Plus leaving Dad at home with the kids for a night or two without a list of things to do is the best thing that you can do for them, gives them a solid relationship, teaches them to really get to know each other without you getting in the way. And the best thing? They will actually miss you and be happy when you come back. Next up for me...three days and counting...trip to Flagstaff and the Grand Canyon with my book club. I can't wait.