Brits in the USA

Earlier this month, I was lucky enough to take part in Cabin Work Week at Pocahontas State Park. I figured it would be interesting to hang...

Like the Millennium Dome, my short story for James River Writers was dogged with delays and overwrought. The title was supplied. The rest wa...

The days we leave are always the best of days. There is a pure shaft of sunlight illuminating the marble across the floor and a morning chil...

Random thoughts and images occur to me often. Today I had a vivid memory of Stan the Funny Man. Stan knew my grandmother. Some kind of a...

It doesn’t get much better than your first sip of strong Italian coffee on a patio awash in the morning sun overlooking Positano. I wondere...

O is for Oxford and "oh dear. I never made it." It's the last day of the challenge and I'm still out there lost on the ope...

Nobody forgets the first time they see the New York skyline. I first saw it on a trip to the Big Apple in the 1990s. As we trundled th...

This is a repost but Mesa Verde is the kind of place that lives on in the imagination long after you leave the canyons. Walking the Pe...

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life" - Samuel Johnson London is one of the world's greatest cities ...

My first visit to Kent was the bleakest introduction possible to one of England's most fascinated counties. I struggled with some nefari...

It's not always easy to keep going. On days we are trapped in a cage of our own making. Those carefree days when we could soar and fly a...