OR, for real danger, now you’ll have to go to Mt. Etna It rains in London a lot. Sometimes it just mists, or mizzles, or drizzles. Other days it showers, teems, pours, tips down. In any case, it rains. As a result, quite often, the pavement is wet. It can just be foggy one early…
Tube Face
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written on the Bakerloo Line 10:45 a.m. Wednesday 7 December 2005 Right from start, I have loved the Tube. Lots of people don’t. They moan about it. They complain it is too hot or dirty or expensive (it is!). But I love it! No one can escape me! I love looking straight in the faces,…
If you like pina coladas…
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Frances and I were coming home from the West End recently, about 10:30 or so, on the Bakerloo Line. We were chatting in our normal voices — louder than most Londoners would shout if they saw the number 189 bus careening toward their dear old granny but much quieter than my beloved and now-deceased Uncle…
C’mon everybody… follow me to The Lost Summer!
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Well, for those of you that wondered what happened to Colin and I this summer, here is a photo montage, not necessarily in order… very much like the European history you studied in high school, there was conflict, drama, invasions, unheaval, and Van Morrison concerts at stately homes. Enjoy! Bob, Amy and Colin in the…
Baking on Saturday
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Today is Saturday. I am sitting in my kitchen on Delaware Road, making cookies. It is quiet in the flat. Colin is at the other end, sitting at the computer, playing a game and relaxing. Through the open window, I can hear, again and again, the hollow sound of a tennis ball striking a racquet,…
Three Reasons to Have Children
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In July, when the Barnes family left Lawrence, Kansas to visit us in London, I discovered three really great reasons to have children. The Barneses are our friends through Colin, my husband. Colin and Bob Barnes worked and played golf together in Kansas City. Bob and his wife, Amy, know each other because they are…
Sign of the times… Sign posted in Wales… July…
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Sign of the times… Sign posted in Wales… July 2005
A familiar fear for an American in London
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Published in The Kansas City Star, July 9, 2005 By ELIZABETH G. HOWARD Special to The Star LONDON — For the first few hours after the four explosions Thursday, it felt creepy, awful and horribly familiar. The BBC tore a page directly from an American news channel textbook: repeating the images of the decapitated double-decker…
Buy a donkey…
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Sunny Sunday in Kentwith South Africans (and one Australian)(or, Another Explanation for “buy a donkey”) I got an email from Tim today… He and I are both members of the mutual admiration society. Tim and I met at the Warrington Hotel, the pub where I work a few days a week. Tim, like many other…
16 hours 38 Minutes
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Summer Solstice in the North Atlantic Weather predicted in London21 June 2005:Partly SunnyScattered CloudsHigh: 75 F Sunrise: 4:44 a.m. BSTSunset: 9:22 p.m. BST Civil Twilight: 10:10 p.m.Moon: Full tomorrow
A Fine Piece… Weekend in Scotland
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Letter from London… 26 May 2005 Since we met in 2002, Colin and I have been doing something that a lot of heavy-in-love couples do: we surreptitiously compete to see who can give the best Christmas and birthday presents. The first Christmas, when we had only been together a few months, I gave Colin a…
First draft complete
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Starbucks in Maida Vale, London. W9. I finished the first draft of “The One” today. I was listening to my Mp3 player, and pushed my way through the outline, through the epilogue. No, I don’t have a publisher. No, I don’t have an agent. No, you can’t read it, yet. But, yes, I have finished…
Putting for birdie
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Putting for birdie
Postcard from Venice… All those reflections..
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I didn’t know how it would be, returning to Italy. Would the sky be the same color? Would I remember condizionale? Could I be who I was back then– free and wild and decisive– and be who I am now — married, settling in, compromising.The last time I went, in 1999, it was the beginning…
Causin Gelato at Campo Sta. Margherita.
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Causin Gelato at Campo Sta. Margherita.
