In these crazy, chaotic, angry times we all need a little kindness.
The best kind of travel is when you feel at home no matter where you are.
I’m getting cranky again over all the hyperbole on the internet. I mean. Can we all just get over being “obsessed” with everything?
I’m at my mum’s this week. And our best laid plans have fallen apart. All because of a couple of silly choices and a bad back.
This week of Remembrance Day I’m remembering our trip to Bosnia-Herzegovina. And thanking my lucky stars not to have seen my country torn apart by war.
What is the meaning of family, anyway? To me it means I know who I know, and love who I love.
So you think you want to write a blog, eh? Be prepared for lots and lots of work. And tons of satisfaction.
I’m doing a lot of lolling this summer. Reading great books. And listening to quirky podcasts.
As Edna St. Vincent Millay said, love is not all. Only the most important thing.
I am a life-long perfectionist. And it has brought me nothing but trouble.
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