Brits in the USA

There are a lot of images out there that are reasons to get uptight about - people being beheaded and persecuted, for example. I would sugge...

One sultry night in Luxor I got into a conversation with a group of Australians outside a hole in the wall cafe. I still recall the thick he...

I drive or walk past the house every day but it still disturbs me. Some of the old whiteness lingers but its dark heart is showing through t...

There's an election back at home on May 6 but you'd be excused for not knowing living over here. When I was much younger than ...

So that was the A to Z Challenge. It's all over for another year and with it those nights of hastily completing a post before midnight. ...

Sometimes I felt my life was like a zoetrope spinning in a circle, giving fascinating glimpses of light and dark in the cylinder before fin...

She had told me we would call the girl Yvette even before she knew it was a girl. It was a name with long roots in Geraldine’s family and m...

The tree outside the hospital window was xanthocarpous. It wept the color of cowardice through the long hazy afternoon. It sent its flowers...

Lying on the hillside as the sun came up, I examined the new round of lacerations on my leg. It was the same one that had been broken in th...

Monty and Carolina were staying in the pool room. On a summer morning a delicate sun would flood the terrace and the fragrance of oleander ...

I located Jacques’ old 2 CV in a rusty lockup on the outskirts of Budapest. It was covered in a fine layer of dust and looked like an ancie...