1 Feb 2015 As we rounded the corner by the farmhouse, we came upon a small cottage where an old lady lived with a Golden Retriever. We’d never met the lady, but we’d met the dog several times over the past 9 years. 0
31 Jan 2015 Here we have the front gate of our old estate in Covent Garden where we lived for 6 years with the Naked Man. Literally around the corner from the market, our estate housed neighbors who were elderly or mental patients released early or writers or retired physicists turned mosaic artists. The garden parties were epic. The motto was “It’s not a party until someone vomits in the flower bed.” 0
30 Jan 2015 When we climbed to the top of the Judge Seeber bridge, we could see the whole city laid out in front of us. Faraway lights licked the horizon and shot their brightness back at us. 0
29 Jan 2015 Circles of light surrounded her and separated her out from the darkness. Was it real? Did I really see Little Baby Eyes in front of the old Village Square that night? Or was it all a dream? 0
28 Jan 2015 I have no coat for the Swedish winter, so I bundle in my padded raincoat. I want to be outside. I want to skid on the snow. I want to walk on water. 0
