Root Down Coriander cocktails and arepas About a year ago I wrote from Paris about how conscious I was about the fact that I wasn’t from France. I may have been able to speak passable French. I may have been able to keep my mouth shut and walk with my head held high through the …
The other day I was talking to a dear old friend who told me about her recent terrible experience eating rotten milk in her porridge*. For some reason, her story made me realize that I, like her milk, am past my expiration date. After watching Girls, written by 25-year old Lena Dunham, the Olympics, in …
New York, New York Living in the moment is probably the biggest challenge I face in my daily life. It is extremely difficult for me to be content with what I have, when I have it. After all, there are so many places to go, people to meet, opportunities to follow through and lives to …
Since landing at JFK two weeks ago, I’ve been running around like a chicken with my head cut off, traveling around the East Coast catching up with friends, family and clients, working here and there and chasing up different options re: what to do with the next year of my life. Luckily, all this travel …
A few weeks ago, I was feeling a bit done with London. A few semi-traumatic things had happened (although I do tend to dramatize, as everyone points out) and, compounded with the weather, I probably slightly overreacted and bought a one-way ticket home. Whoops. Should think before I do, hmmmm? But after the initial, “Oh, …
Last week Han and I made a day trip (which has proven to be most probably my last this time ’round in Mother England, sadness) to Cambridge. Not only did I see Sharon Horgan, which induced me to buy my flight home because I’ve seen the woman I moved here to see and thus my …
These past few weeks I’ve been doing proper English activities such as polo and Royal Ascot. Pimms, fasinators, Champagne and top hats abounded.
Jodie from Desperate Scousewives wasn’t kidding when she said that Liverpool is another world. Clearly I did not fit in with the local girls. Strawberry Field Women with fake eyelashes, 10 pounds of makeup and the shortest, sparkliest dresses and highest heels are the norm- whether it is 11 AM or 11 PM. The accent …
Praia de Falesia, Albufeira I am now so tan that you’ll only be able to see my teeth and the whites of my eyes in a dark room. In the words of Space Jam’s athletes, BOOM shaklaka. Five days and four nights of glorious sunshine (which, I can’t believe I’m saying this, has become quite …
When I first started classes at King’s, I decided I didn’t like it very much. The administration running my program, as well as the School of Arts and Humanities, was unorganized and, quite frankly, absolutely clueless as to their responsibilities and/or the responsibilities of other departments with whom they should probably have pretty clear communication, …