By Catherine Riedel
Yankee Magazine
March 2011
I could never be a nomad. It’s not the thought of traversing distant lands that turns me off; I just seem to be in-capable of packing a small bag and traveling light. Too bad, because this skill would serve me well every day; I long to be that rare woman who tosses a mere lipstick and a house key into her petite handbag before dashing out the door.