Brits in the USA

So a week ago I was sitting on a plastic chair on the deck watching the sun set over West Virginia, with a  pleasant and healthy twang in...

They thought they could get away with it but they didn't count on me to be there to remind them. What am I talking about? My female fr...

There was some kind of celebration here in America today, and briefly I felt I should do something about it. I should have knocked the mot...

Another week of writing and blogging and grabbing coffees on the run is at an end. As is the case with most weeks, I've met some great p...

As it turned out those summer evening walks with Yoda were short lived. During his last days Yoda was confined to a downstairs bathroom af...

I confess to going to watch England's game against the USA yesterday with a swagger and a degree of arrogance. Frankly when we are talk...

If one thing's going to make me feel homesick in the USA it's the World Cup. Eight years ago on a visit to the deep south following...

A visit to the library today has led me to ask myself some hard questions about blogging. I don't visit my local library as often as I...

I'm not sure if I'll burn in hell or not but I'm off to the confessional, anyway. But will the fact I'm not a Catholic bar m...

Looking at them on the beach at First Landing made me feel old; overtanned bodies, their muscles barely contained beneath the lightly tattoo...

My new favorite song is The Sound of Silence by Simon & Garfunkel. I haven't seen The Graduate, for which the song is a soundtrack f...