Today I climbed Y Consti. The fog was thick. The path completely still. There was a biting silence as I…
the old blog
Flowers are Blooming
It’s spring in Wales, though for this Vermonter, I wouldn’t call the last few months “winter.” I mean, okay, it…
Sunday Drives: Aberdyfi & Dolgellau
You can walk to Borth from Aberystwyth, although Beesly and I have not yet attempted it. Perhaps when it’s a…
Walking and the Druid Sun
I’ve always walked to get thoughts worked out in my mind. Sometimes I like to talk out loud to myself.…
The Short Driving Lesson
My Welsh buddy and I went to the car park–or mud pit with ditches and remnants of stone walls– so…
Paris
I used to suffer from pretty bad anxiety. My late husband, Jay, suffered from depression. He always told me that…
Sunday Drives: The A487 & Corris
Some key people in my life here in Wales live in towns along one road that leads from Aberystwyth to…
Follies
I saw Stephen Sondheim’s Follies at the arts center in town recently. It was one of those “Live from the…
Happy Thanksgiving from Wales
Most Thanksgivings of my life have happened in New York City. When my children were small, we went to Aunt…
in a little Welsh apartment
Except for a brief few weeks in Ljubljana a couple of years ago, I have never lived by myself. I’ve…