You hear the earth calling from under you and the chewing sound as it turns.
Wicked Games
Email on my cat
...since the better weather of summer my cat spends almost all her time, night and day, outdoors.
Email to a Friend
Dear High Badass,
Sleuthing
We exchange our stories. We tell each other what works well and what works less well. We make suggestions. We, like Sherlock himself, are sleuths. We look at the world. We see it for what it is. We explain it to others. Write what you know, they say. To know you have to experience. And there is so much to experience here in London.
Glue Myself Shut
I keep my hands to myself. It makes things easier. I pull my elbows in tight, cross my arms over my body, and take up as little space as I can. Everything I need, I carry with my own limbs, and I don’t have to worry about overstepping bounds if I never step outside of my own personal bubble.
The 1964-65 New York World’s Fair
Every September, my husband Dan watches the US Open. Broadcast live from Flushing Meadows, Queens, where I have roots, it takes place on the former grounds of the 1964-65 New York World's Fair. I've never latched onto tennis, but I'll often watch for a few minutes, waiting for the inevitable shot of the Unisphere so I can make my annual comment, “I saw that with my family at the World's Fair.”