8 some odd years in and I finally come up with something better than “things of” for my annual post. When I started in 2014, I probably avoided something like “retrospective” because it was obvious. But now I want something new. It’s the year for new things–a new Tattered Heart, a new website layout, a […]
The fact that it’s February and I suddenly remembered that I hadn’t done my annual post yet probably says something. It says not much happened last year. Well, it did and it didn’t. It was a quiet year of building blocks for other things. The mortar and clay of life is often uninteresting, though it’s […]
When I lived in LA I had this theory. I never seemed to remember exactly when things happened – if it was this year or last or three years ago. I decided it was because there are no seasons in LA and so nothing to mark time. Now I’m back in a world with seasons […]
I have been abysmal at blogging this past year. Truly. I am making up for it gradually and it begins with a look back. Year of Jubilee. It hasn’t been celebrated since ancient times (around 720 BC) so there is no way of really knowing. Gen. George Allenby led Allied forces into Jerusalem in 1917. […]
The tale of an epic quest through New Zealand. It began at 7 am on a Monday at, of all things, a rental car office. Though it was May, the air held a chill bearing the onset of fall and I had a video to watch. On driving on the left side of the road. […]
2016 is a bit odd to look back on because things have changed so much. It feels like years have passed between now and March and yet, oddly, things in December are beginning to look a little more like they did earlier in the year. I know, cryptic. It’ll all make sense once I get […]
Initially this post was a filler, just a way to space some things out. But once I started writing it, I realized it’s actually a year worth remembering. I published my first novel, Tattered Heart. That should have been a clue right there that I should write something about this year. It was exciting and […]
This is the tale of an accidental bookmark collection. Which is an odd thing for a girl who finds bookmarks an implicit defeat when reading. It starts at Westminster Abbey. Well, I suppose it starts a bit before that, sometime after I landed in the UK on a Monday, had lunch and decided to spend […]
I admit, I’d never been to New York before. Which wouldn’t be much of an admission if I didn’t also add that I was never really interested in ever going. Something about it always seemed far too east coast and foreign in my mind and I would have been perfectly happy never to experience that […]