It had been a stressful travel morning: catching the rush-hour First Capital trains into London with a small child in tow leaves one feeling as though one just successfully outran the bulls in Pamplona. We managed to find seats, although not immediately adjacent to...
This is one of the many reasons I knew I needed to take Danny to England. Why the red post box, you ask? Well, perhaps the following conversation will better explain it. April 2010 Danny: “Mom, do they have cheese in England?” Me: “What? Um yes, they...
We were prepared for rain. I packed boots and rain jackets and umbrellas. I remembered the longs months of unrelenting damp air and gray skies from the time I once lived here, and I planned accordingly. I was wrong: the weather was glorious. And not the typical...
The night before our flight to London was the first time my four-year-old seemed upset that his brother and I were leaving. “But sweetie, you’ll be with Daddy and we’ll come home in just seven days,” I reassured him. He threw himself on the bed...
I shot this during a stroll I took with Danny during our trip to the UK, and I realized that somewhere, in the middle of England, Kate Middleton probably skipped down a pathway that looked just like this when she was a little girl. She probably ran down the path later...
