It’s Election Day in America, and I’m on the other side of the world. It doesn’t stop me from thinking about the states today, though, and I thought I’d share some photos of some of the places I love and have lived there. However you vote, remember there are more things that unite us than … More My America
My husband reminded me that after I posted about the 5 cheetah we saw in The Kruger, I never came back to tell you what a group of male cheetah are called. A “coalition.” A coalition of cheetah. When I first heard the word, I thought our heavily accented guide was saying “a collision of … More A Coalition of Cheetah and a Poesy of Parks’
This is my dad, Roy. Today he would have been 72. As a birthday present, I’d love you to read about my dad for just a minute… He was pretty crazy, was a wonderful wood-carver, ordered his evening beer and cigarettes from us in Spanish only, danced when he needed to fart, kicked some guy … More My Dad Might Kick You in the Face
Let’s face it. There’s nothing light about Russia’s most recent threat to reduce America to ashes. But there is also nothing new, thankfully, and all the blustering leaves ordinary Americans and ordinary Russians scratching our heads and wondering why we can’t just have a cookout (that’s a “braai” for you ZA’ers) with some hot dogs … More Meanwhile Russia Hates America. So Kiss Me, I’m Irish!
Do you have a nursery rhyme or poem, or saying from childhood that still stays with you? In my case, I internalized a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: There was a little girl By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow There was a little girl, Who had a little curl, Right in the middle of her forehead. When … More There Was a Little Girl…
I had a minor “Manuscript Monday” epiphany while in the Maldives. Okay, maybe not so much epiphany as another mini-insight. (I think epiphanies are for people who overlook all the minor revelations on a regular basis.) It was the last morning before catching our plane back to reality. I woke early to watch the sunrise … More What Kind of Hero(ine) Are You?
Dear 2014, I realize we just met, but I’m someone who goes into every new relationship with an open heart and high expectations, so I thought I better let you know my intentions, in six parts… . Part One: Love Don’t let twenty years make me think I’m on a marriage high horse. Appreciate more. … More Dear 2014, Let’s Do This!
Today’s post is for my husband. We married on New Year’s Eve, 1993. The morning after you drove me home in the snow, when my bicycle was all I had for the twelve-mile ride; the morning after we spent the night talking in your car by the lake, when we watched the otter swim past… … More Some Words For My Husband After Twenty Years of Marriage
You’re either country folk, or you’re city folk, and it’s a deep-seated longing when you’re out of your element. Kurt and I are country folk, and we never get used to the close-quarter assignments of urban (or even suburban) living. So we were really grateful, this past holiday weekend, to be invited to the family … More Weekend at a South African Farm
Sometimes you just need to dump all the stress and share something that makes you feel good, laugh, and enjoy people who are as awkward and dorky as yourself. Thank you, Hill Family, for your Thanksgiving Flash Mob to “Don’t Stop Believing” and thanks, HuffPo for sharing it three years later so I could find … More Awkward, Feel-Good Thanksgiving Video