The Ups and Downs of Making London My Home
If you had told thirteen-year-old Helen that in ten years she would be living in England, let alone London, I think she might have fainted in disbelief.
If you had told thirteen-year-old Helen that in ten years she would be living in England, let alone London, I think she might have fainted in disbelief.
Why did she share her mistakes with us? Wasn’t she afraid how we might perceive her after learning about her mistakes?
He did not use grand showmanship or elaborate displays. He used simple, humble, everyday love.
One morning, after she filled my mug with coffee, and I had paid for the privilege of drinking it, she started a conversation.
I’ll admit it’s more of a mindset than a meteorological observation, but if you’re a winter-hater, might it be better in the long run to hang on to fall as long as you can?
The trouble was, though, that when I tried to imagine the stream of gold going on forever, my head would begin to thrum.
It was midnight again, France time, when I sat down for the turkey and mashed potatoes my family had waited to make.
Oh, and the whole shebang is narrated by a mouse.
“What if we had never met? had broken up in college? were still dating and living apart?” one of us will ask the other.
There are things that should have changed my life, and then there are things that actually did.