Jerusalem was everything I’d hoped it would be and more. Met old and new friends. Saw the Wall, and prayed for my mom, my dad, all my grandparents and felt some sort of spiritual realignment.
In the near future, I’ll try to put the last part in better words. For now, just know that I made it to and from The Holy Land and luckily didn’t get a Messiah Complex.
Good morning 2020 (written early New Year’s Day morning). What a wild ride it’s already been, and I’m still in my pyjamas. My mother, who’s nickname when she was young was ‘Fafa’ so that’s what I call her here, and I have talked briefly, which because of the time difference between here and the States… Continue reading You had a raincoat? and other obvious questions
The last week has been filled with adventures while my mother was in Germany. She made her annual European trip, which included a week in France, and then she and I met up in Strasbourg before our return to Munich. She loves Munich – as I’ve often mentioned here, we lived here in the… Continue reading Another chapter in the book of Fafa
This was taken when I was sitting across from my mom at the café across from the Durham Cathedral and the Durham Castle. I’ve been meaning to write more about the particulars of this trip. There was so much we saw and did. You’d be surprised how well Fafa gets around. The card that says,… Continue reading break bread like you mean it
Our favourite Tottenham Riviera blogger elaine4queen has been threatening to move to Scotland, so I happened upon the perfect place for her. Her own café. Where we can all go and be sweary and inappropriate. As we are wont to do. This isn’t easy – all this blogging. To be honest, I’ve never been a… Continue reading Elaine’s Cuppa Cake
Here’s Durham Catherdral, which is one of the most beautiful examples of Norman (Romanesque) architecture in the world. 1093? Really? Goodness me, that’s old. Durham Cathedral was famous across England for being an official place of sanctuary for fugitives, such as myself. What a relief to know I could show up, knock on the door with… Continue reading seeking refuge wherever they’ll have me
I’ve written plenty here about people who’re no longer with us. Luckily, this isn’t going to be one of those blogposts. This is the opposite. Someone who’s very much still with us. Martha. Mom. Oma. Church Lady. She’s been called many things…her brother couldn’t say Martha when he was little, so he called her Fafa.… Continue reading Happy Birthday Fafa