“I once threw my entire Hollandaise down the toilet,” V confessed with a shrug from between the couch pillows. “Oh shit, really? What happened?” “It must have been the wrong
Putting our car into reverse and backing out of the cottage yesterday, I turned and realized the back seat was covered with mushrooms. The cushions were actually rendered invisible in
After almost 1,000 kilometers, I have finally returned to the city homestead; Prague. A birthday rendezvous on the sun-blanched shores of Croatia, dappled with Germans and Italians and pastel umbrellas.
“It’s the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter,” Marlene Dietrich once stated in a low hum. And I think she is right. My best friend,
Summer is still in full swing here in Prague and, with seasonal blueberries and raspberries filling the forests and markets, I can’t think of a better way than to pair