The Emmys aren’t real television. They’re a fabulous trip to a zoo filled with exotic, beautiful creatures native to places we can only read about but never get to live in. They are there to be gazed at, admired, and occasionally sniff each other’s butts.
“Want to come to the Emmys with me?” My daughter called me a few weeks ago from New York, …
[Excerpt from Life Begins When The Kids Leave Home And The Dog Dies] The advantages of geezerhood Every time I …
We were supposed to be auditioning a piano in Crieff, but there was this charming high street… Of course, all …
[ThrowbackThursday post from a few years ago on Marcia Meara’s fabulous blog, The Write Stuff. Driving around London for past …
In the middle of a heatwave during London’s hottest summer on record… Your choice.
Or…where I’ve been all summer (instead of writing). My daughter has been in and out of hospital for the past …
How to scare Londoners They survived the Great Fire, plagues, the Blitz, and Donald Trump’s visit, all with a stiff …
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