I was riding my bicycle to choir practice this morning, and suddenly I smelled something (what? I do not know) that sucked me through a vortex of a decade and spat me out onto the sopping green grass of a foggy spring morning in England. It was 1999, in April, just a few days after…
Category: Stratford-upon-Avon
Come Away With Me
And I want to wake up with the rain While I’m set there in your arms So all I ask is for you To come away with me in the night Come away with me I’m at work right now, and Norah Jones begins to sing on the radio, so now I’m also lying in an…
The Reluctant Grownup
I feel I should probably explain the title of my blog before I get too far into this. See, I have just completed my first full year of working in a job I call a "REAL JOB," with big fat quotation marks. My early twenties were spent earning peanuts in non-profits and loving life, and now…