In 1998 Grandma died and I think the whole household slipped into a kind of depression, or at least I know I did.
In 1998 Grandma died and I think the whole household slipped into a kind of depression, or at least I know I did.
The big events took a lot out of me. They were so exhausting and stressful that it would take me three days to get over them.
Anxiety ... Yes I suffer! I guess I have for most of my life but now I'm realising that it has taken over too much of my life and it is time to fight back!
Snippets from my teenage years, spent in a post-industrial British town during the Thatcher years.
A prominent member of the left bank group of artists including Picasso, Matisse and Braque,her poetry was less concerned with meaning but rhythm and feeling.
In Dresden and Hamburg
industries falling like
dominoes
Some of the most positive years were spent working for Michael Crichton. He was a great help to me, whether he knew it or not. He had a spiritual side to him that I was really attracted to.
Michael was a genuine guy. A gentleman at all times. And he was really good to me and the kids. He was always asking how their basketball games went, or what they scored on a test that day.
taking the fun
out of skidding on loose
rock
Thanksgiving at Michael's was always very stressful. It was a lot of work, and there were a lot of important guests along with friends and family. I needed everything to be perfect.
-- a family waiting in the
quietness of rooms soon crackling
with tension. Daddy’s home --
In Westlake Village a good man is hard to find.
1996 was the year that Thyme for Change came to an end, and I felt a bit like I did when I was leaving my house and selling everything again.
The basic story of Westlake Village.
The people who came to the events I catered for at the Grolier Club were from the upper echelon of society.
Afternoon tea, that most quintessential of British customs. Many American visitors to the UK still imagine that we are a nation where in the afternoon everything stops for tea. It’s not true.
Inspired by the Photograph by Norm Jorgensen of a sculpture on Cottesloe beach in Western Australia.