Walking up the steep, winding track to the Ci’En Pagoda in Taiwan, I could already feel the mid-day sun pinking the back of my neck. Several members of our tour group were ahead of us, red-faced and out-of-breath, staring with dismay at a set of stone stairs disappearing up the hillside among the trees. Although
My 75-year-old dad told me he’ll feel like he’s closer to dying if our annual family vacations stop. He’s not ready for that. Neither am I. It stopped me in my tracks and frankly scared me a little. While I know my parents are aging, I haven’t begun thinking about life without them, and I
My 78-year-old dad has had a 15-year love affair with Paris. Every summer like clockwork, he and my stepmom escape their New England home and make their annual pilgrimage to the French capital. Even though my older sister and I have done our fair share of our own adventures, we had still never been to
