Doors – and More Humiliation! One thing about building a community is its individual welcome, and DOORS are part of that welcome. I love the wreaths that my Indiana sister puts on her front door, that change according to the season, how attractive and friendly they are. When I arrived in England as a… Continue reading Doors — more humiliation
When husband John first mentioned the word “pantomime” to me his American bride, I was quite sure that I knew what he was talking about: actors in make-up who could silently and dramatically describe a wall, running, going upstairs, and much more, just with their bodies and no props. “Oh no,” he laughed. “This kind… Continue reading Pantomime Time — oh yes it is!
Going everywhere except here. Detroit Airport, Michigan USA, May, 2017. A chance to be 10 hours in the airport on my way home to England. I spend it walking, reading, walking, singing, walking, sleeping, walking, and people-watching. So many bodies are here with me, milling around, but their thoughts, hearts, and souls are somewhere else… Continue reading The Airport Community
Delighting in a monarch is no bad thing. The Queen of England turned 90 recently. At the age of 21 she promised her people that, no matter how short or how long she lived, she would serve them until the end of her life. She has kept her promise. On her 90th birthday she walked… Continue reading God Save Their Gracious Queen
I don’t know when I started eating food on the go: Was it hiking through Indian monsoon rains as a teenager with a pack that started out at 40lbs, carrying everything we needed for three days in the Himalayan foothills? Or Mom’s baked bean casserole studded with ham or bacon, and laced with molasses, the… Continue reading Good to Go