Brits in the USA

I chanced on this video the other day and it made me wonder whatever happened to Robbie Williams. There's something rather appealing abo...

I like Rochester. If feels as old as time itself and has an unassuming saltiness from the nearby estuaries and the Medway. Although...

Michael and Miranda crisscrossed the interstates together in her small gray car, from mountain valley to plain, the wind always rushing thro...

On my recent trip to England, I was glad to have made the trip to Sissinghurt Castle in Kent, because the notion of the place has always fir...

I was back in Britain earlier this month. I wasn't sure if I'd recognize Britain post-Brexit and all that. This time, I was happy to...

For weeks the idea of losing myself in the wilderness had become more and more appealing. I'd disappear for a weekend of solitude away o...

I hadn't realized how visceral and final it would feel, The everyday items on the floor, the draws hanging loose, The bicycle ornament...

It has been a long time since I last wrote a blog post. As the time between posts stretches out, it gets harder and harder to get back on tr...

Lately, I've been thinking rather a lot about my teen years. I have an (almost) teen so I should be in a good position to give her lots ...

So another Christmas has arrived and another year is on the way out. This morning I got a knock on my door, slightly too early. It was the k...

I hate it that I can be this way. Peevish, petty and point scoring. I get irritated and I say something I don't mean. Or I mean it but i...