News of an impending hurricane in North Myrtle Beach takes Faith and Todd by surprise, and they hesitate for a moment as they talk about whether or not to head south out of Shallotte and risk the storm. The couple is on their way to Texas via a southern route, to spread the gospel and to find a place to camp for awhile. For now, Wal-Mart parking lots are home to their Shasta travel trailer and their seven Chihuahuas. August nights in North and South Carolina are hot, muggy, humid. …

Heat kills even the hardiest appetite. Yet, there’s nothing to take the edge off the heat like a cold chunk of watermelon. So last night I pulled up under a tree and cut into this beauty. Dinner. Sugary sweet, ice cold from my cooler, and dripping with summer.
Part of “van dwelling” and living life on the road, in a van, shooting from the hip all day - are moments when you stop and truly savor the simplicity of it all. I had some great sushi and salmon the other …

That large white object is not the moon, although it could be. It’s a balloon - symbolizing letting go….it’s a beautiful post that is worth the read! So why this photo? Who is Seth Raphael?
Seth Raphael, “Magic Seth” to his blog readers, is now a married man! Congratulations! I met Seth at TED Global 2009 when we were both interviewed for a short video for the National Library Association. He also heard my talk about homelessness. In his blog post, “Letting Go,” and writes, in part:
“Before our grand event in …

It’s hot in Myrtle Beach. Even at 3 a.m. So I couldn’t sleep very well and went into Wal-Mart to buy some rubbing alcohol for my bug bites (mosquitoes are a down side to van dwelling). Other than stockers putting things on shelves there weren’t any other people in the store….until I got in line. Then a young woman and a Wal-Mart employee came up behind me.
“Ah,” I said.
“Goldfish?”
Wal-Mart guy shrugs.
“It’s a fish.”
The woman nodded.
“It’s a Black fan-tailed Goldfish,” she said, very authoritatively.
“And his name is Obama.”
We all nodded.
I was …

We all dream of letting go of the cubicle, believing that once we do we’ll feel free. Well. Maybe not. Two weeks ago I let go - not of a cubicle, but of the security of an apartment. I put everything in storage and set off to see the USA, meet clients, write and travel. Yes, I moved back into my van. It’s become my office, my camper, my RV. And it’s scary. It’s not scary because I’m afraid of anything. I’ve already replaced (by myself!!) my alternator so I …