Today I’m thrilled to have the talented author, humorist and all-round great lady, Barb Taub, spend some time with us.  I first met Barb online, a few years ago. My eye was caught by an intriguing and very funny blog post of hers, which I am sharing with you here.  I soon learned this was the norm for Barb’s writing and became an immediate fan.

Pour yourself a cuppa or some other beverage of choice and join us for a chat.

PS ~ How does a journalist from the U.S. midwest end up living in Scotland?

BT ~ It’s really my children’s fault. I would have happily continued writing for pennies at the newspaper, but the kids demanded food every day, and had even developed self-indulgent habits like wearing clothes and sleeping in a bed. Journalism was just not going to finance their extravagant lifestyle—they actually insisted on wearing shoes, if you can believe it. So I went over to the dark side, and a human resources career. And then one day, a miracle happened. My company was acquired by a Canadian conglomerate which already had a VP of HR. They gave me a bizarrely generous severance package at the same time as my husband’s downsizing employer dangled an early retirement incentive. I could now realize my dream of being an unemployed dog-walker a writer. So we headed to the UK for adventure and fat rascal scones from Betty’s Tea Shoppes.

PS ~ When I first met you online, your home was truly a castle. There must be a good story about this. [click here to read more…]