Dolliciously Me
Back roads. Good food. Stories the pictures can’t tell.
I have a habit of wandering off the main road, eating wherever the locals tell me to, and coming home with stories that rarely fit neatly inside the photographs. Dolliciously Me is where I share those moments—the beautiful places, the memorable meals, the unexpected detours, and the questionable decisions that usually make the best stories later.
My Son Bought His First Beer at Seven Years Old
My son bought his first beer at seven years old. Legally. In a restaurant. Without an adult in sight. And somehow, that wasn't even the strangest thing that happened to us in Germany. David and I kept a running list of "Things That Would Never Happen in the States." Trust me, it was quite a list.
Where the Heck Is the Kitchen?
There are things you expect to learn when you move to another country. A new language. New customs. Maybe which side of the road not to die on. What I did not expect was to walk through our almost-perfect new home four or five times before realizing something fairly important was missing.
The Naked Truth
There are mistakes. And then there are mistakes you make while naked, covered in lice shampoo, in a foreign country, after midnight. This is one of those stories.
Welcome to My World
I’m not very good at being a tourist. Give me the famous landmark, sure—but I’d rather find the little road, the six-table restaurant, and the stories waiting somewhere off the itinerary.
