by Carolyn | Jun 14, 2008 | London Calling
“When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.” — King Lear At lunch, the Texan tells us that she walked her little white dog through the streets of London and because of the smog, now he’s a little gray dog. The Texan is not really a...
by Carolyn | Jun 13, 2008 | London Calling
LONDON CALLING I A blog from a writer in London LOOK RIGHT! LOOK LEFT! Going through the passport check at London-Gatwick, I chose the wrong line. I queued up with the European and other United Kingdom passports, and I felt very deserted by the Louisville group. Those...
by Carolyn | Jun 13, 2008 | London Calling
A word to the wise: Don’t do London on jet lag. The first time we step out onto Pentonville Road, it’s a rush. My heart beats faster. Double-decker buses and chunky cars fly through the street at the speed of lightning. It’s a 220-volt experience. I’m on 110 volts and...
by Carolyn | Feb 24, 2008 | Mindful Writing
Today, Stone and I walked down to the school playground with Snowflake to get exercise, fresh air and time to write together. Right now, on this late winter day, she is 8 years old and in the third grade, and we are sitting on a bench. The mountains are lightly dusted...
