Category England
Flowers for jetlag
Just back from ten days of work and family and friends in Seattle. Feeling rejuvenated, more grounded, and woefully far behind in basically everything — work, life, this blog, you name it. The stress of it has been coming in waves, including mid-Atlantic when I had hoped to be sound asleep. But at this point, […]
Winchester!
I’ve been meaning to see the heritage rose garden at Mottisfont Abbey for more than a year now. I missed the window for seeing them bloom last year, so I’ve had the excursion planned for the last weekend in June basically since then. I decided to use the ancient royal city of Winchester as my […]
When you work in east London . . .
. . . sometimes you see performance art with dough on the way home. The theme of the show was “folds” and literally every other person at the gallery was (a) a hipster and (b) French. Sooo artsy.
The neighbour’s flower box
I live in a neighbourhood of terraced Georgian houses, many of which have flower boxes in their window ledges. This is my favourite: I love the height and unruliness and how none of the plants are ones I’ve seen in flower boxes before.
The KC comes to London!
The great thing about London is that everybody comes here — including my friends from the Kennedy Center in DC! I worked with Jennifer, Jean, and Leslie fundraising there ages ago when I was a recent college grad trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. Those eight months were an […]
Flaming Pestles
So I unexpectedly saw my first play in Russian tonight. More than that I’m not entirely sure — and I’m inclined not to Google it, because this bewildered feeling of “OMG what the heck was that” is delightful and rare. Let’s just say the play is called “The Knight of the Flaming Pestle” and is […]
Not in Boston
This post was supposed to be about me jetting off to Boston for the weekend. There would have been a wedding and tuxedos and a glamorous party at the venerable Boston Public Library. But alas! Instead of boarding my flight on Friday morning, I was fielding frantic calls from my immigration lawyer telling me that […]
A More Gentlemanlike Manner 