Happiness and Politics

Happiness is fleeting, yet so sweet. My parents on their wedding day circa ’53, outside Muv’s home, in Saint Francis Wood, San Fran. Muv recalled Kennedy in ‘that way’ only once or twice – but that was her way – she wasn’t all that removed from Kennedy’s kind of world. When she married, they weren’tContinue reading “Happiness and Politics”

Tales of The Vagabond Lady; Over the top and they’re all true.

For the price of a cup of coffee I offer flamboyant tales for your pleasure, packed with travel and parties left out my book. Finer details and frivolous bits that didn’t fit. They lend better to the short form because they are intense and panoramic. Sometimes you just crave a story. You will travel throughContinue reading “Tales of The Vagabond Lady; Over the top and they’re all true.”

Another review from London

I was moved by this – and found it an enthralling read. A family secret is revealed early in the tale, and the dislocation it prompts is matched by a journey half way across the world. Bailey’s writing is light as air, keeping the right pace. The places are the main characters, and I couldContinue reading “Another review from London”

The best reviews of “A European Odyssey” remind me; a good book inspires the reader to look at their own life.

A kind review on Amazon: “A wonderful reflection of a mother-daughter relationship embedded with travel throughout Europe that the writer depicted with wonderful observations of cultural layers of each nation visited. Made me reflect on my own journey as an American abroad”

Now we’re down to hours – 250 to go until 46 – yet I must focus on a microcosm of struggle, in a tiny town called Limone, Piemonte.

On top of the recent floods, beyond the two roads that remain closed to Limone, one from France, the other to Italy; they’ve recorded two new cases of Covid. Unlike Piemonte, down here, they rely on tourism. It’s such a special town, the kind of picaresque ski village that inspires all of Europe to flockContinue reading “Now we’re down to hours – 250 to go until 46 – yet I must focus on a microcosm of struggle, in a tiny town called Limone, Piemonte.”

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