The Red Phone at the Musee D’Orsay
February 5, 2021
…and that red phone worked some kind of magic…
…and that red phone worked some kind of magic…
It probably wasn’t the greatest idea to practice my Spanish with the border patrol…
The Night Our Hotel Room Disappeared
Here’s my spicy story of one night in Amsterdam…
When I travel, I can’t resist a quirky hat shop. While exploring Candlemaker’s Row in Edinburgh, I ended up in a hat shop called Rosie’s. My best friend, Kim and I, tried on hat after hat, taking on their personalities, from jaunty riding hats to
There are songs and poems and endless legends about rainbows, and I love them all. In fact, I consider myself a bit of a rainbow connoisseur. I have seen my fair share of rainbows, but nothing prepared me for the day we saw thirteen rainbows
Kim and I walked deep into the surrounding wild woods, looking closely underneath vibrant polka-dotted mushrooms. We even stepped into mushroom rings, one at a time, holding hands in case one of us disappeared into Fairy World…
She is wearing a robe spun from shooting stars and I’m wearing a dress sewn from a sheet of rain.
Of course I don’t enjoy being robbed, but as an adventuress, I have been robbed a few times, from waking up to some scalliwag trying to take my backpack out from under my head, to standing on a crowded bus and noticing some joker unzipping the zipper of my bag. Sometimes they succeeded, sometimes they didn’t.
It was 1996, I was having a rough time working in Mexico City. I was belly dancing in Polanco and living above the Arabic nightclub. My best friend, Kim, came to rescue me, and we bought bus tickets and headed out to explore the country.