Do you ever cry at the silliest of moments? I always have. When Matthew died in Downton Abbey, I sat in my chair & wept. When leaving vacation, I aways start crying, for reasons I can't explain. When I read a good book, or see a beautiful sunset, or stare at a work of art,… Continue reading A World Entirely My Own
Growing up in the USA, I learned the song "Sweet Home Alabama" at young age & have been singing it passionately ever since. Only, when I was a kid, I used to feel a sense of wrongness when I sang along to the radio. After all, I didn't grow up in Alabama, and I wasn't born… Continue reading Sweet Home Alabama
We crept around trees & campsites looking for the perfect spot to watch the sun come up. As tired as we were, we were determined to watch this sunrise, and the morning chill could not stop us. Pink & orange painted the pale sky as we followed a trail out onto a sliver of a… Continue reading To Those Who See the Sun
I still can't believe I am the one who suggested we eat at Ruby's Diner. It takes the perfect mood for me to want American diner food, with all of its beautiful, greasy goodness. When I am traveling, I insist on a pretty standard meal, like coconut water & a protein bar. Never am… Continue reading & I Think to Myself, What a Wonderful World
Before Alice made it to Wonderland, she had to fall. Do you ever get that sense of falling through life, as if you have stumbled upon a rabbit hole and when you finally hit the bottom, you will be a totally different person? I do. And it's right about now that I really want to… Continue reading Begin Again & Again & Again . . .