Then and Now
Once again, our wanderlust has taken us across the Atlantic, or the pond as I like to call it. For Dan and me, this was our ninth trip abroad together. This time we went to a city I had visited…Continue Reading →
Once again, our wanderlust has taken us across the Atlantic, or the pond as I like to call it. For Dan and me, this was our ninth trip abroad together. This time we went to a city I had visited…Continue Reading →
I met beautiful Neville, a feral cat, late last summer. Of course, when I met him, he had no name and I promised myself I would not name him. Eventually I told myself he needed a name so I could…Continue Reading →
Not until 1974 could women in the U.S. open bank accounts without their husband’s signature. If a woman had no money of her own, she was dependent on the men in her life for everything. In Margaret Atwood’s horrifying dystopian…Continue Reading →
During the summer of 2001, thanks to a fiction grant I won from the state of Virginia—bless you taxpayers—I crossed the pond to Europe for the first time. That first summer I went alone to London, where I contracted a…Continue Reading →