Interrupting my A.M. snoozing time/Morning Edition listening hour this morning was Kate Remington of WSHU’s classical music morning telling me that she’d gotten to work early this morning for “a very special fundraiser.”
Memorial Day weekend marked our one year anniversary back in the U.S., our return to National Public Radio. I love NPR. I fell [...]
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WSHU - A “Very Special Fundraiser”
Galway on My Mind
I was juicing an orange this morning when a memory blast of Galway hit me.
I didn’t juice any oranges, that I remember, in Galway, or any part of Ireland. I wonder what part of my brain shot me through with a violently lovely blip of those two days a year ago in Ireland.
We travelled by [...]
Bye-Bye Miss American Pie
One of the biggest downsides to being married is the slim-to-none chance of ever-again receiving a mix tape. Mix tapes, of course, aren’t tapes at all. And this is not because they really AREN’T tapes anymore.
Mix tapes are quite simply– love. They say: “I like you so much, I sat for 8 hours on a [...]
The Bell Ringers of Westminster Abbey
Aimee came to visit me and, so, I did what I do when people come to visit… I made plans.
Came across a listing in Time Out London magazine (the website is useful, but nothing beats the actual publication… it is original, poignant and catches the exact tone of London’s edge. Not just a calendar.)
Back to [...]
Glad day in London.
 Days and days of beauty and wonder in London…
Shhhh!!  …  Can’t talk just now…
Too busy exchanging ideas with this flower and listening to Cary…
“All the lights on and you are alive
But you can’t point the way to your heart
So sublime, when the stars are aligned
But you don’t know
You don’t know the greatness you are
“Cause Blue [...]
Pink Martini and Heavy Hats
If you weren’t at the Tower of London this past Saturday night, you missed two beautiful, and very different things. In no certain order.
Pink Martini at Tower of London
I believe it may be that communications still occur, via the Atlantic, by Dixie cup and string. And that, my friends, is why the Dionne Warwick packed [...]
Everybody’s got a darkness…
Everybody’s got a darkness
They’re not going to show it to you.
It’s Monday and grey again in London.
I dreamed of you last night. I sat in a cafe over cappuccinos with some friend. He told me the flat I used to live in on Randolph Avenue was going to occupied again soon. By you.
Everybody’s got a [...]