Category: Jodi Johnson

backroadspublishing.com There is an enchanting Mexican colonial town in southern Sonora that I...

backroadspublishing.com There are things that I value, connections with people, natural...

backroadspublishing.com We are hurtling south down Mexico 8 at, as my partner says, “the speed of...

One of my fondest memories was counting the pennies for my Grandmother Marie as she balanced the...

Wilbur was a pig. I hunted for him at the big Arizona State Fair in Phoenix and at the smaller,...

It is a hero’s journey, the real-life hero’s journey of Charlie Brown—not the character in Charles...

I have long wondered how it would be to have friends act as a tour guide to their birthplace in a...

backroadspublishing.com I am having a quesabirria, left-over from lunch yesterday. The addictive...

backroadspublishing.com As I look at the earth swiftly sinking away below me, my mind is trying to...

My first trip to magical Baja was a real adventure. 1979, beat up ancient $150 Pinto...

The Gift of Sight Heartfelt Moments Walking into the Chamber of Commerce Services building behind...

There were no ordinary moments. Not flying 50 ft. above the aqua waves lapping the soft sand of...