Bye-Bye Fit!

Or, The Saddest Day Thus Far Colin just drove away with our Honda Fit. Honestly, I had NO idea how attached I’d gotten to that car. I truly felt like crying. It was cute, and peppy, with five on the floor, and the most no-frills, no-nonsense style of any car I’d ever met. Yes, it…

Stories Told

Why I Love The Moth When I was about seven or eight years old, I got fixated on the idea of creating a neighborhood newspaper. I would gather stories, write them, publish them using my parent’s typewriter, and deliver them to my neighbors’ mailboxes. So I did. I went around interviewing my family, and Mr.…

Knitting – The Anti-Rage Rage

So apparently, I’ve gotten quite hooked on this: It was a combination of the following influences: my Mom re-teaching me (about a year ago) to knit, in response to a bandage knitting project My friend Frisbie, who is a textile artist. She updated my skills as you can see here (though isn’t responsible for the…

Taking Care of Scraped Knees

Or, The Case of My Dad and Neosporin I’d like to say, for the record, that I always thought it was weird that Neosporin had the word “spore” in the middle of it. That might have been, partly, why I always liked it. I also know that I liked it because my Dad was totally…

Garrison Keillor’s Voice

“You can’t imagine how much a dead man weighs.” – What the grandfather of Gabriel Garcia Marquez often told him. Quoted from “A Writer’s Almanac”, March 6, 2009. I’ve gotten quite taken with the sound of Garrison Keillor’s voice on my Honda Fit speakers. His Lake Wobegone days are too sentimental for me most of…

It’s No Secret…

… that Colin and I are NOT YET with children. I mean, you can look everywhere around our house for kids and all you will find is one very strange cat who will not, for any reason, allow you to pick her up. The curious thing about being married in the suburbs in Connecticut and…

Spring, in Wings

By this time of year in London, I’d be stir crazy and ready for the end of winter’s short grey days. One big difference between Connecticut and London, in winter most especially, is LATITUDE. Stratford is on the 41 degree parallel and London is at 51 degrees. In terms of quantity of sunlight, that makes…

For the Love of Linda Wolfe

Linda Wolfe and I are in the same boat. We feel lonely. You can get married, once or lots of times (23 in Linda’s case), and still feel lonely. Sure you might have a built-in partner who is around a lot, but never cures the echoes inside of each of us. I don’t feel “bad”…