Confessions of a First-Time Homebrewer
The GFA owns up to her dirty secret – she has never brewed her own beer. Until now.
The GFA owns up to her dirty secret – she has never brewed her own beer. Until now.
Somewhere around the third 115 degree day in Arizona’s summer, the GFA remembers that she used to be just a girl from the Northwest.
What’s a traveler to do when the best place to be is her own back yard? Take a day off for a Mileage Run.
What’s that I smell? Must be some home cooking. Giving thanks for the people who have made me feel like family during my travels. And feed me some awesome meals!
Four Sundays in the life of the GFA. The life of a traveler can be surreal, but never boring.
Take enough trips and you collect just the right gear for your style of travel. The GFA says goodbye to another worthy pair of shoes.
It started on a quiet street in Paris on a warm spring night. A decade and a dozen countries later, the GFA returns to where it all began.
Big or small? What kinds of things do you bring back from your travels?
Fall in Arizona means scooters and rocks are back on the agenda but what if you could do both at the same time?
The Cutest Couple in Italy gives me another lesson in love, demonstrating just what all those padlocks on poles are about.
Such a clever idea pushed just a little too far to the absurd. Yeah - that's Portland sometimes. fb.me/Nb3nSmSE
Toasty outside and roasty inside. Love the smell of fresh cooked beans in the morning and on Saturday… instagram.com/p/ZYSW5CMak5/
Strange fact: My mom's family name is Bock. Which makes me think I should start brewing my own gfa line of this... fb.me/xRzYoIPR
So a chef friend of mine asked if I knew a tailor so he could get an apron fitted. Next thing you know, gfa... fb.me/2v8Ubf461
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