No, she never wanted to be a burlesque dancer. What she wanted and only because he asked was a china teacup and saucer preferably English and old, blue or orange or both. Her immediate vision was that it was to be similar to the small collection they once had. The collection he took with him... Continue Reading →
Normally, I’ve been reluctant to besiege My Reader with facts, that particular part of my art researching profession that requires accuracy closely bordering the edge of boredom. However, just this once and feeling safe in the “historical fact” arena because I’ve taken liberal liberties with wording and comments…the curious art researcher and enquiring mind bubbled... Continue Reading →
The day couldn't have been darker, colder, more foreboding or windier. What did we expect? It was, after all, the East Sussex seacoast in early spring; a perfect day to get out of the cottage and explore the neighbourhood in spite of the dreadful weather. Right. The residential hill behind the train station looked straightforward, and looked straight... Continue Reading →
A year ago, my best bud Jane and I traveled half-way around the world, London, England, to visit three of my best girlfriends and their families, travel the South Devon coast, and soak up the love of lasting friendships…and satisfy my longing of a country I once called home. My Reader knows where to find... Continue Reading →
What can you write about…a bench? Why would you write about a bench? It is something you sit on. It comes in all shapes, sizes, and materials. Bench. Ordinary. You can sit on a bench alone. With a friend. With many friends. Old and young. With strangers. Old or young. Benches can be found…anywhere. In... Continue Reading →
Jots from a Small Apt. 