London's familiar underground voice speaks up. It's programmed, automatic and a soft but perfectly articulate British female voice. She tells me that the next stop is Fulham Broadway on the District line. She then tells...
I ran across this charming poem called Warning by Jenny Joseph on a poster in a restaurant ladies room in the pacific northwest. While it specifically talks about a woman's life, it could easily apply...
I'm heading to London and while I've been back to Europe many times since I moved back to the states, it hasn't been England, where a quarter of my heart remains. (the other three quarters...
I managed to see jazz wonder Charlie Hunter and band in Seattle recently, a recommendation from industry bud Marc Orchant. The venue? A classic in Seattle called Jazz Alley.
Charlie and his Trio have just...
What do you think of when you walk into a hotel bathroom, switch the light on and the fan starts automatically, meaning that its linked to the one and only light and you are forced...
I have a dirty little secret…well, I have many…but no need to get into all of them. I have an addiction, one that I crave, I just can’t get enough of it – I have...
There used to be a brand of treats called Little Debbie (in the Midwest). I would always beg my mom to buy us Little Debbie Swiss Rolls. They were basically the same as a Hostess...
One of things I love about BlogHer, now in its third year, is the number of diverse women I meet from around the country and in some cases, the world. In my Silicon Valley blogging...
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