Sunday, September 9, 2012

The time is now

"Why hasn't Gen X stepped up yet?" asks my Boomer friend, my very progressive, intelligent Boomer friend. "I keep waiting," he adds.

Good question. Some responsiblity--mine now in consideration.

Do I begin with grant-writing? Or, how about that foundation that has been in the head since my three-year love affair with a foreigner?

Is it time to write a proposal and send it out to all who believe in love--one that asks for donations to get star-crossed lovers legally on the same island or in the same country with ease, and less intimidation?

All who want to weigh in, now's the time and below is the comment box ...

Friday, September 7, 2012

Prayers and Wishes

Dear Universe, Mary, Joseph, Jesus, Ghosts, Buddha,

If you could please make a way for me to get on that boat, I'd really really really appreciate it, and promise to work very hard making it up to you for the journey.

Please and Thank you,

Girl in Love

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Istanbul: A Love Story

The scarf came from Turkey, and the girl danced around with the cloth as if she herself had been shopping on the streets of Istanbul.

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Just wondering

When you talk to yourself, do you ask interesting questions?

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Weirdness

This book is so good. Really. But when a book comes from the Amy Einhorn publishing house, one shouldn't expect anything less.

(Einhorn brought us "The Help," by Kathryn Stocett, in case you are trying to place the name.)

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Easter Sunday

In search of hope and happiness, I went looking for kite flyers (because that is how they celebrate on the island), accessories to wear in the tropics, and ingredients to go to northern California home and make a Caribbean dinner.

Monday, April 9, 2012

l'amour



The saleswoman looks at me and says, "There are hints of strawberry, tulip and pink champagne in this fragrance. I look at the bottle. The label says "Paris" and the graphic underneath is the Eiffel Tower. Tell me now, how could I resist so many lovely factors?