My relationship with honey has been platonic at best. It began in Mexico back in 1974 when a colleague of Daddy dropped by the house
Category: Through Frog Eyes
Mourning the Lost Art of Conversation
Let me ask those of you over 50 a question: what do you miss most about life before the internet and mobile phones? Here’s my
Blitz Summer Musings
We’re currently experiencing what is called a Blitz Summer in Berlin, and as the name implies, it will be short-lived. After all the wind, rain
A Mother’s Hands
A mother’s hands are the first to receive you when you enter this world. A mother’s hands were the first to reach out to you
So It’s Blursday Again
With this extended concept of lockdown or restricted movement, social distancing, quarantine, whatever you call it, I’ve lost sense of the days of the week
Dating a Date
There are very few things that I wish were universal, but a universal standard for writing the date would be most convenient and definitely at
