Brits in the USA

I'm the first to admit it can be hard doing the same job day in day out, without many pay raises for the last 100 years, but I have fou...

It says much about the power of the social networking site Facebook that on one ticker on the TV news this week controversial changes to th...

Steam trains; they run through our imaginations don't they? At least if you are from a certain generation when the generation before gr...

My series of blogs about my holiday to Britain was interrupted by events I couldn't ignore such as the 10th anniversary of 9/11 and ge...

I admit God passed me by for most of my life, although I went along to confirmation classes to get a sup of  wine underage on a Sunday and...

Tim Riley at Life of Riles was kind enough to include me in the 7x7 awards. I was tardy in responding but appreciate the inclusion. Come t...

September 11 is to my generation what the assassination of JFK was to the previous one. We all remember what we were doing on September 11,...

Summers in Austenland are strange and confusing. No sooner had we passed the temples at West Wycombe Park in the heart of England than a fa...

London wasn't a homecoming because it never felt like home. I grew up in the provinces and we looked at London is if it was some gigan...

It's distressing that after just two days of work it's already sunk in that this is reality and my trip to England is becoming fuz...

My dad has been fretting about the loss of the remote control. Jackson hadn't been here for two hours before both remotes vanished. On...