For as long as I can remember, I’ve been saying that I wanted to fly to Paris for breakfast and fly home. Just like that. Fly. Paris. Breakfast. Fly. Home. So a few years ago, I decided it was time
Breakfast in Paris
Life in a Limerick
Summing up my life these days in a limerick: There once was a woman from nowhere, Who spent all her life going somewhere. She sped down the road Followed by her abode, And she never got out of her lawn