Learning to ski at my age had me worrying about things that a younger person might not have.
What if I plummet over a cliff, break my hip, and die from complications a week later? What if I take a blow to the back of my head from one of those chair ride thingies and end up like an amnesia-riddled soap opera character? What if?
But as a committed GypsyNester, it is my duty to step out of my comfort zone and… CONTINUE READING >>