Having coffee this morning with a girlfriend, I was describing the meals we ate while away, doing my best to assert and affirm the reality that America can – in fact, does – serve up good food (good goffee – at Stumptown – is also available, you can forget Starbucks crap). The trouble was, it…
Tiffany’s is nestled next to Trump Tower. Why was I surprised at their proximity? I don’t know. For a place so full of sights and spectacles, how could I wonder at the seeming incongruities of locale, of what-is-where-and-why? We pushed our way through the rotating doors (New York is full of them, and I lived…
The small things will stay with me the most. [Although, this said, their longevity in the memory at once makes these events into something more and of deeper significance, compelling me to write about them before any other travel stories.] How I would internally call the crossing light the ‘green man’ as I do in…
And before I know it, the trip is almost over. Will be back next week x There’s the BlogHer Voices of the Year finalist banner with my post. That’s a pretty good Living List tick.
Yesterday, I went out to the garage, uhmed-and-ahhed over the few suitcases we own, brought one inside, and thus began the ‘Packing for New York’ adventures; soon to be followed by the even more adventuresome ‘Travelling to New York’. And I think I’m ready to admit I’m a little terrified. I didn’t mention in last…
Eating poached pears in winter sounds like a very, well, wintery thing to do, doesn’t it? I don’t eat a lot of fruit, truth be told, but I do enjoy a nice, juicy, soft pear. Emphasis on the soft. Crunchy pears send shivers down my back. Yuk. But cooked? I’d not done that before. So…
Last night was the farewell drinks for Lisa as she heads over to Bali for a few months to work and I thought what better occasion than to buy a martini. I realise this isn’t a martini in the classic sense: I didn’t have to specify, a la James Bond, that I preferred vodka over gin. No,…
I love spooky, spine-tingling stories; but I also try to keep a hold on my imagination, not let it get the best of me. I’m all for science and theorems, but there a more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in Horatio’s philosophy, as Hamlet said. All this is to say that if…
This photo was taken down near Seal Rocks on Philip Island during the Easter school holidays, as the sun was beginning to drop in the afternoon over the ocean, casting its rays upon the backs and smiles of my children. I was over 100km away, in the office, working. Adam’s family was visiting at the…
