#RealLifeWonderWoman–Meet Mary Bruno

Today’s #RealLifeWonderWoman is a badass. She’s authentic, funny, raw, hard-working and caring. This former preschool teacher is a renown letterpress expert, college instructor, breast cancer survivor and entrepreneur. Oh, and did I mention she’s a brilliant artist? Please join me and get to know the one, the only, Mary Bruno, owner of Bruno Press in St. Joseph, Minnesota. KR:  Hi

I’m her mother, not her friend

I just returned from the trip of a lifetime. It wasn’t because I went to some exotic tropical destination or to a ridiculously expensive resort hotel, but because I had the privilege of spending five days alone with our daughter Brooke to celebrate a once-in-a-lifetime event, her graduation from college.  She and I (just the two of us!) flew to

#RealLifeWonderWoman — Meet Nicole Taylor

It was a crisp January day in New York City when I first spotted today’s #RealLifeWonderWoman. I caught a glimpse of her as she dashed by. She was quick. She was smart. She was strong. Instead of a cape, she wore a fancy camera around her neck. She was capturing a remarkable day–an assembly of other super heroes who gathered to support

What to Expect When Your Student Studies Abroad

I’ve had so many of you reach out to me wanting more information about studying abroad after reading the last guest post by our daughter Brooke. So I asked (okay, I begged) her to share a little more information with you–the parents–in mind. Here she is again with a student’s perspective on the study abroad experience. What to Expect When Your

The Life-Changing Magic of Studying Abroad

Do you have questions about study abroad programs? Not sure if a global experience is right for your child? Read on and learn first hand the impact a study abroad experience had on this college student. I must tell you she’s no ordinary guest blogger. She’s actually my daughter. And she has a lot to say about the value of

FROM CLINGY KID TO WORLD TRAVELER, HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?

I stepped off the plane, exhausted and a little disoriented from the nine-hour flight. After navigating my way out of the terminal, I scanned the crowds of people, searching for a familiar face. There she was! My baby, my world traveler. I scrambled to break through the barricades of humanity to reach her, to hold her again. I’d waited 98