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Let It Snow!
Comic Chris Rock often exorts that cough-stopper Robitussin is the elixir for all that ails us as humans. I happen to think the same of snow. Having just trudged in from the artic circle that is my neighborhood, I could not be happier. Eight inches really is all a girl needs! Perhaps it’s my childhood…
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Now You See It, Now You Don’t: Playing Russian Roulette
Standing at the Berlin Wall in the twilight of his second term, a defiant Ronald Reagan shouted for Soviet President Mikhail Gorbachev to “Seek liberalization..open this gate..tear down this wall.” With the crumbling of the wall in ’89, the subsequent pimping of its grafittied pieces in gift shops around the globe and the inevitable crumbling…
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Food for Thought
Wise words from the late, great Shirley Chisholm “When I ran for Congress, I met more discrimination as a woman than for being black.” After all, “men are men.”
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London Calling
Classic literature sings the boho rapture of the City of Light’s left bank, but for me the real gem of the Continent is London’s jolly ol’ South Bank. Brimming with the newness of Prius car seats, this hip little slice of heaven has it all! An unparelled 360 degree riverside view of buildings both ancient…
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Underneath it All
In days of yore and yonder past, if a gent really fancied you, he’d bring back wood and game as sustenance for your culinary cave fire or offer help disembraking from the carriage. :kiss1: What, you wonder, is the modern day Order of the Garter equivalent? According to my guy, it’s whipping out the ol’…
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Surviving by A Hare
Murder, madness, mayhem and frequent decapitation…this is Edinburgh, City of the Dead. For me, it represents Amityville Horror on steroids. Picturesque though it is, when darkness falls there’s a ghost story or haunted catacomb to be had around EVERY corner. Believe me, I know, because my luv and I have been on every cruel and…
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Guardee Loo and Number Two
Always one for hip lingo on the cusp of becoming, I’ve kept a very close ear to the ground for the catchphrases of the 21st century Scotsman. After all, lexicon has to be tres evolved and of-the-moment in a land where men don camo kilts with detachable pockets in lieu of pants. Turns out though,…
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Starbucks Upon Tweed
I have been away from the beloved land of Clean Sweep and sheeny, shiny sweatsuits for a week now, and to be thistley honest, I can’t say as I miss it. The heart-pounding world of K Street seems crags away as I gleefully blog and our Euro-bullet train speeds past lush green fields and petworthy…
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RIP in Ramallah
The Israeli-Palestinian tug of war has long fascinated me…and not just because there’s always a new intifada book at Border’s, I dated half of the activist Jewish South or that the latest kibbutz security solutions always represent the utmost au courant in the architectural vanguard of barbed and dangerous. Every epic struggle needs a protagonist…
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A Stark Contrast: Decision 2004
I may have lived in the swamp through two Marion Barry mayorships AND his post-crackhead Council seat victory but as you, my faithful readers know, I’m a Buckeye girl through and through. My crimson and gray colors do not fade. And I will never lose my ability to make a kick-ass hamloaf! We Ohioans are…