My Story

I was sixteen when a French class trip dropped me in England and France, and I came home a different person. That trip turned into many more — including a full year living in Ireland — and eventually into a career I loved: I became a travel agent because nothing made me happier than adding joy to other people’s lives. My clients always said it was the small touches, the things they’d never have thought of themselves.
Then life rerouted me. My dad died unexpectedly, and my husband and I moved to Georgia so I could care for my mom, Sharon. For three years, she was my world — and when she passed in January, I had to figure out who I was on the other side of caregiving.
The answer turned out to be someone who still lights up planning trips. So we made a fresh start here in Massachusetts, and I’m back doing what brings me joy — with a deeper appreciation for how precious time is, and how much the right trip matters.