Growing up in a mostly Irish family, (with some German and Italian thrown in there on my father’s side) meant that Christmas was a full blown Catholic celebration…except I don’t recall ever going to Midnight Mass with my family…nor do I recall having a Nativity Manger and Stable…and I certainly do not remember EVER having an Advent Calendar…until I had children in London. Read more
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Fifteen years ago I hosted my first Thanksgiving in London. I was working full time at the time and invited 6 people for dinner and 10 more for dessert. I had my mother’s recipes, my grandmother’s recipes, a turkey from a butcher in Holland Park that cost more than 10 Butterballs, and I had absolutely no clue where to begin or what to do. Honestly… Read more
I am in the middle of writing a business plan and I need a break. It is unusually sunny outside for late October and I have an hour before picking up the kids, so I thought that I should get out and move around a bit. I’m off for a run in the park then. I’ve never been a very good runner and I don’t even particularly like running but after sitting in front of a computer all day, it is exactly what I need to do…move around, jump around, get some cardio exercise. EXCEPT… I forgot to put on a sports bra… Read more
Trendy Friend (TF) owns a salon here in London and is thinking about making some changes. Ironically, I am considering getting involved in a beauty business (maybe!), so when TF told me about Salon International, I thought I should go have a crash course. Besides, despite how many goals C1 may score this weekend, there is probably no topping last week’s match with THAT dad around, so I’m headed to ExCel London Exhibition and Convention Centre… Read more
I missed C1’s match last weekend while in Hong Kong (Wow wee), so I was looking forward to watching the team play this weekend…but wait…who is that standing on the sidelines? Oh right, it’s THAT dad…THAT famous footballer…cheering on one of his own kiddos. Read more
Last year while standing at a bus stop with C1 and C2, one of London’s Double Decker Open Top Routemasters came down the street full of ‘Hot Lifeguards’. I can’t confirm if they were ‘hot’ (I know, shame on me), because I was immediately distracted by both C1 and C2’s wanting to know, ‘why those naked men were throwing pants off the bus.’ I looked up and can confirm that they were not exactly naked, but it was difficult to see with the hailstorm of hipsters, bikinis and thongs thrown from atop the big red bus, along Kensington Church Street… Read more
One of my oldest friends from London, via New York, now lives in Hong Kong. We originally met through our respective employers and coincidentally moved to London a year or so after Fashionista friend had been here for about a year. It was late 1999, early 2000 when a core group of American women, mostly from the New York area, working in finance moved to London for what was supposed to be a 2 year stint, and stayed. Most have left now and Fashionista and I are the only expats turned local still around from that crew. So, when Fancy friend visits from Hong Kong, we have lunch. A very long lunch. At Nobu… Read more
As much as I would never choose retail therapy for any ailment, I can definitely admit that I like a good treatment. Alternative therapies really made a difference after a serious injury 2 years ago. As part of my recovery, I went to a reiki massage therapist, a homeopath, an acupuncturist, an osteopath, and a physiotherapist (physical therapist). Manicurists and pedicurists fall under those ‘ists’ that I’m not really interested in but today, I have an appointment to have a facial…with a facialist (is that even a word?) Read more
Not a good week for me clearly. I am venturing off of Kensington High Street and over to the megalopolis of shops; Oxford Street… specifically to Selfridges (Selfridges & Co), the only department store that reminds me of New York…not because I did a lot of shopping back home, but because of the simplicity of its urban grid plan. Up and down aisle avenues, across a few blocks and I can safely negotiate my entrance and exit. I need a bra… Read more
Yesterday at the playground, while kicking the ball around with C, he shouted, ‘Good Save Mum!’ I may have inadvertently blocked a goal, which would have been more luck than skill, but I was not startled by my football skills or even my own son’s praise. It was the ‘Mum’ thing that caught my attention.
For 8 years I have referred to myself as Mom, Mommy or even Mama, yet I am under no illusion about the inevitable. I know my efforts are futile and that nature will undoubtedly prevail over nurture and I will be known, called and referred to as Mummy. But ‘Mum’ ???
Sure, I know, it’s not a big deal and kinda cute I suppose and it is most certainly a playground passage of rite required of younger boys becoming older boys but maybe…just maybe it is more than that. Could this be further proof of what I have always suspected? Read more