New York. London. Paris. As a little kid, I was a seasoned traveler. I had visited all of these cities and more by the time I was 9. My passport had stamps from the many cities we landed in. Of…
Category: Musings on England
Three Channels and There Is Absolutely Nothing on
When I was growing up in England the TV had three channels. True story. There were the two channels operated by the BBC. BBC 1 was on for most of the day. I could tune in around to 9 a.m.…
Learning Something New About a Brand I Have Known About for Years #kfcfresh
A few weeks ago I took a quick trip to Louisville, KY. And by quick I do mean quick. I was in the air or on the ground for about 27 hours. Quick. The trip couldn’t have come at a…
Pomp, Circumstance, and All That
I don’t remember my mother waking me up at 4 o’clock in the morning. I was probably bundled in to the car in my jammies. I’m not a morning person still. I don’t recall what the bride wore or who…
Celebrating Spring…First Communions, Graduations, Weddings…
Rite of passage. Tradition. Celebration. Sacred. All of these words embody what First Communion means to me and my family. My First Communion — like the celebrations for my two daughters — took place on a warm spring day at…
A Classic Movie Brought to Life on Stage: Mary Poppins
As a kid Mary Poppins was a favorite film. Of couse unlike my children I only watched Mary Poppins and other classic kid’s films once. There was no DVD or DVR in my house. I was a teen before we…
How Did Our Mothers Do It?
If this post was a sponsored post, it would be sponsored by a company that manufactures megaphones or a store that sells earphones. Seriously, folks this has been the summer of kids yelling, mom yelling, dad yelling, and the fish…
My Ancestors
I applied to be one of the bloggers who would get the chance to tour Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty on the Thursday of BlogHer (August 5) as part of the Liberty Mutual Responsibility Project. I don’t think…
Brrrr: Beach Time In Manchester
With summer approaching, thoughts of water, sand, and sun spring to mind. I was born in Manchester. We spent many rainy, windy days bundled in blankets behind windbreaks sipping hot tea at the “seaside” in Southport. My sister and I…
Reminiscing… I Was a Stranger in a Strange Land
I had a nomadic childhood. I lived in England…America…England…America…England…Italy…and finally America. I came to the U.S. to attend college. For the most part the people I met were kind to me. I must have sounded strange to them with my…
