She giggled under the weight of the comforter. It was a nice reminder that we’d be okay. We’d learn to accept the changes we couldn’t control, cope with the losses our family endured, and celebrate the gains that would make us… Read More ›
Fulham
The Kreativ Blogger and Versatile Blogger Awards
There is a whole lot of awards going on, and lucky for me I can join the ranks though a very kind, and unexpected, nomination for The Kreativ Blogger and The Versatile Blogger awards. The friendly tip of the cap… Read More ›
Snow Way Out
Snow Way Out (photo:eD) Snow, snow, go away Please come back another day Maybe come back on Monday So I can say no to work that day I hummed this sweat little tune to myself on Saturday night. I’m now… Read More ›
Eary Feeling
I’m sorry I can’t hear you. I have been physically abused in the ear. It’s my last night on a business trip to a familiar place. I have returned to the city that I just moved away from and it… Read More ›
Pace Yourself Chippy
I hurried along the footpath from Putney Bridge station towards home, eager to flip between the stream of a Dodgers day game against the Cubs and Manchester United’s walk-a-bout over an inferior German side in UEFA action. I neared the… Read More ›
A Punk With Luck and Dim Sum
The morning sun had just crossed the promenade and we knew it was time to hit the road – the final leg and an unwelcomed end to an amazing road trip that lead us through Belgium and France. But before… Read More ›
Over-due to Hong Kong
Back in Fulham after five great days in Hong Kong. My colleagues proved that it is possible to be incredibly nice, even if the city you live in continues to grow on top of you. An injustice to but… Read More ›
Mind the Gap
It is to Thailand’s “same same, but different,” or Mexico’s “One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.” It is plastered on the walls of tube stations, inked on cheap cotton t-shirts and painted on ceramic mugs sold at stalls near… Read More ›
Remember Me-at-Ball State?
The Meatball. Ah, the Meatball. It just brings me right back to the kitchen in the big cabin by the lake, in Minnesota, where I spent many of summer nights noshing on the culmination of our family’s perfected recipe. … Read More ›
Fulham Myself
By George, it’s George. Yes. This is me walking. Walking with my headphones on. The streets of Fulham resemble the scene in front of me. The resemblance is strong, because it is the streets I speak of that disappear behind… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 