Featured BBC America Blog Post
What I Miss About British Summers
The smell of an English garden in the evening—there’s nothing quite like it. (Don’t know about anyone else but my Chicago roses barely smell of anything.) It helps to be quaffing a glass of Pimm’s too, or perhaps, to my American husband’s disgust, a lager shandy. (And please, none o’ that Leinenkugel rubbish.)
Featured Expat Mum Blog Post
The Kitchen Sh*t Drawer
I have the nerve to have dividers in there as if the stuff's organized or something. It probably was when I first put them in - small scissors and nail clippers in one section, keys (to goodness knows what) in another, spare shoe laces and phone cords neatly wound up and stored where it's easy to find them. There's a section there where we're supposed to store long things like dog brushes, lint rollers and scissors. Those were the days.