Each day I promise myself I’ll sit down to write something — something that has nothing to do with food — and each day, I fail. This dooms me to an endless procession of imagined writings that weave in and out of each day, sparked by the smallest things I may not realize have…
In my past life…
When I look at various places in England, I can’t help but think that’s where I’m supposed to be. It’s a strange feeling. I drop the man on Google maps street view and have a look around knowing that it’s a place I want to be, no matter where it is. I’ve been there…
Notebooks and silk undies
One week to go before our trip to the UK, and I’m busy printing things for the MoH’s notebook. Because he’s not involved in the planning, he’s often out of the loop outside of our discussions about a trip, when I can’t keep one more detail in my head and have to unload. Bear in…
Billy Collins and stiff upper lips
I love Billy Collins. He makes me think differently about the things I think about. His sometimes irreverent, and certainly candid perspective always stops me long enough to think: Really? Do I need to take myself that seriously? It’s refreshing. What’s not refreshing is that in this month of heightening everyone’s awareness about breast cancer,…
All Summer in a Day
It’s funny that when you’ve waited long for something and it finally arrives, time slows to a crawl. It’s there, right on your doorstep but not quite ready to enter because it’s not quite time. I’m not the only one affected by this because I can hear my son in his room next door not…
Empty Nest Syndrome
It’s been just more than a month since I finished my year’s obligation and I’ve busied myself with all sorts of things I wouldn’t exactly describe as constructive. The weather here has been far less than summery, with the only warm day arriving today when within sight of the Pacific we’ve actually mustered up…