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Tokyo for Beginners
I am known for saying: Let’s run away to [Insert name of city.] As I mentioned, about six weeks; two months ago, I said to Paul, Let’s go to Japan. And Paul said, Okay. So we planned a 10 day adventure...
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The End, and Back to the Start
We left Kyoto, and arrived in Hakone, without clear direction. For instance, there was a rickety little tram-train that went from the bullet train station to the mountain town of Hakone, but the...
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Last Long Run
I left London on the Friday of last week, and headed for Dublin. In theory, I may be having a “long distance relationship,” but in reality, Paul and I see each other most weekends. This...
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Tales of Grief and Gratitude
Today, it is November. Today, after wrestling with a hip injury for the past few months, I was finally cleared to run. Today, the big picture was that there was a shooting at LAX. This shooting at LAX...
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High Resolution
It has been a wild six weeks. As you may have noticed, I usually participate in our #Reverb project, however, this year, some unexpected personal and professional matters overtook my December. A few...
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Skymall, Etc.
It is no secret that I fly a lot. And it is probably no surprise, then, that I am marginally obsessed with SkyMall. I have been since I was a little girl. Yes, the catalogues are always weirdly dirty...
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36 Hours
At some point after our failed Christmas trip, we thought it would be a good idea to spend 36 hours in Reykjavik and Thingvellir National Park. You know, for a weekend. Not even a long weekend....
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Above Freezing, And Other Tales
I landed in London yesterday morning, immensely grateful to be out of New York. In case I have not made it abundantly clear, I hate the cold. And when you hate the cold, 10C feels like summer compared...
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A Week in the Life: Heathrow Happy Hour
By Friday, I was that special kind of exhausted — that hot and dizzy kind of Too Much Going On tired that didn’t go away with water and clementines, which seemed to be my panacea lately. I was in the...
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The Streets (Were) Full of Strangers
California I’m coming home Oh will you take me as I am Strung out on another man California I’m coming home – Joni Mitchell, California I ran the Big Sur International Marathon last weekend. This was...
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Daily Life: Saturday
#Reverb15 is the opportunity for us to reflect and project throughout 2015. Each month, Kat, Sarah and I will be posting on a new prompt. Please check out the #ProjectReverb main page and join in....
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Replenishment
As the year ends, and we look back at the joys, achievements and disappointments of the past twelve months, it’s worth taking some time to recognise what our efforts have demanded of us and where our...
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The Cheese Stands Alone
This is the first in a brief series of posts. It is May, 2013, and I am standing in a hipster bar in the middle of Amsterdam in the middle of a long afternoon-into-evening. I have just come to The...
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Arrival
This is the fifth in a brief series of posts. Here are the first, second, and third, and fourth. It is May. An old friend comes to town and asks me to dinner. It is one week until my surgery date....
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A Brief Musical History
The world has been fairly awful over the past few weeks, and I have no real desire to comment on it at this point. I think we all have a responsibility to ourselves and each other to be actively...
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Same As It Ever Was
(This is the second in a short series of posts). You’re not family orientated, Paul tells me, You don’t like babies; you don’t like kids. I begin to question everything I think I know about myself....
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Hell’s Kitchen at the Prado
At the end of June, I fly to Madrid to be with JRA and Lady H; Grandma and Papa. We are celebrating and mourning; vacationing and working. Both Grandma and Papa have worked in and across Spain for many...
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