Not Quite A Vagabond

Travelography: a word I coined to include my autobioraphy and cruise travelogs. Musician Ani DiFranco once said, "If you're born a lion, don't try to act tame." I was born on July 23, Leo's cusp. My life certainly has not been tame. I put up my sails and let the winds blow me across the sea of life, awash with joy grief, and adventure. I've been married and divorced three times, and had more boyfriends than I can count with a straight face. As a Jill of all trades, I've tried ice and roller skating, playing the piano, dancing, singing, painting, bowling, billiards, archery, bicycling, novel writing, photography, and skiing. I mastered none, but I had fun. There's nothing I can do about growing old, so I might as well enjoy it. I'm tickled that I've lived until 92. I follow the advice on a sign in Little Annie's Eating House, Aspen: "If you're walking on thin ice, you might as well dance." Writing this has jogged my memory, bringing to light things I'd rather forget. I've hewed to the line and let the chips fall where they may as I reveal secrets I've never told my mother, husbands, cousins, or peers. It's time to tell the truth.