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 … Read More
Culture. Angst. Love
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 … Read More
It wasn’t a “vacation.” It wasn’t a “holiday,” as they call it over here. It was an epic event of travel. With that in mind, I’ve decided to break up … Read More
I recently had my first proxy visitor to London. She came in the post. Here name was “Flat Stacey” and she was a friend of my niece Grace. Grace is … Read More
Navigating a new friend is like discovering a new museum. What is new about it, anyway? It’s been here for years. Yet it is new to me and I am … Read More
One blue day isn’t just that. It’s the culmination of hours, days, weeks, holding on, fingernails biting into that last saving grain of wood. Fine, fine!. I laugh, I am … Read More
I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. — Joan Didion … Read More