Let’s cut to the chase: I’m an American citizen who has lived in England since 2014. Over the years, I’ve been asked about how to be “an expat in London too.” Well, I have jumped through many a metaphorical hoop and spent many an hour researching. In this post, I’m going to: Describe my journeyContinue reading “Deep Dive: Living in England & The Visa Conundrum”
We have this running joke about Mom’s planner. Mostly it involves my brother wailing and flailing as he struggles to flee but insists it’s too powerful: It has its own gravitational field! It’s like a black hole! There’s no escape — I will be consumed! (He collapses to the floor and claws at the tile.)Continue reading “Talk Nerdy to Me: The Bullet Journal”
On Thursday the weather finally started to behave like late May (we’ve had weeks of rain). After dinner, we decided to go for a walk. Little did we know this walk would change the course of my Friday. It was mild and quiet, with a few other people and dogs having the same idea asContinue reading “Found: Saxaphone”
It’s Day 6 of the 14 days to a kickass writing habit. Yay! Today was hard. We were asked to think about our writing habit (or lack thereof) and figure out the conditions that make our writing thrive. Bingo. The root of my writing problems and the reason for signing up for this course inContinue reading “On Being an Official(ish) Writer Person”
I’ve just signed up to “14 Days to a Solid Writing Habit” on Writers’ HQ. Why? To sum, the pandemic has thrashed my brain and sucked up my writing mojo. Turns out I take a lot of inspiration (gasp) from the real world. Also turns out you can’t just sit in your flat and eatContinue reading “Don’t Annoy the Javelinas”
Ha. HA. Back in January I wrote something that went like this: “Seven days into the new year and new decade, we’re on the brink of WWIII, half of the southern hemisphere is ablaze, and I think I’m coming down with a cold. Still, nothing can dampen my spirits: folks, like it or not, thisContinue reading “Decade of Dreams™”
We brought Remus home as a fuzzy, clumsy, eight week-old puppy back in 2007. It was the summer before my senior year in high school.