2015 Grateful 41
‘Ask the Pope to say a prayer for us.’ So went the Viber message I received earlier this evening from a Hungarian friend of mine
‘Ask the Pope to say a prayer for us.’ So went the Viber message I received earlier this evening from a Hungarian friend of mine
So we didn’t win. We lost. To Wales. And if we had to lose to anyone, I am glad it was to them, even if
What country am I? What food am I? What famous person am I most like? Who gives a flying funicular? As I look at these
Last count, I’d reinvented myself eight times. Eight times, I’ve started over, begun a new life, moved to a new city or country where no
‘Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to come into my life?, I asked. He looked at me, a little taken aback.
I heard with great sadness that a South African friend of mine passed away this weekend. Being an inveterate romantic, he picked a good weekend
I’m late this week. Not like me at all. Truth be told, I’m in such bad form that I’m struggling to find anything to be
Opera is where the guy gets stabbed in the back and instead of dying, he sings. Ah, Robert Burns, what a turn of phrase you
I like my food. And I like the rituals that go alongside all things culinary. But to see my dinner marched into a room on
Blessed is [s]he who never expects anything, for [s]he shall never be disappointed. Heady words indeed. Words, in fact, I have mistakenly attributed for many