And Breathe

I arrived into London’s Kings Cross three hours late, running through the connecting underground passageways of the Tube network towards the Victoria line in a pool of sweat.  ‘Horses sweat, men perspire, ladies merely glow,’ my father once taught me.  Would that it were true.  It was 34 degrees and I was sweating.  “Sorry! So … Continue reading And Breathe

In Transit

I’m in transit.  Three horrible words: the act or fact of passing through; passage or conveyance from one place to another, as of persons or goods.  This morning I’m definitely falling into the ‘goods’ category.  I feel less of a person and more of a sack with a heartbeat. I feel like a DHL package, stuck … Continue reading In Transit