Author: J. Lynne Moore
Imprisoned in Paris
June 15, 2014 Paris. “Why is the meter starting at twelve Euro?” Steve asks the driver in a huff after loading up our bags and getting into the taxi. “You call me. Meter start right ... Read More
No More Waiting.
February 16, 2015 Dr. Seuss says it best. Everyone is just… Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow ... Read More
The Tower of London
June 6, 2014 London. We have arrived. I stare at the castle in front of me, which is surrounded by large green trees, a wooden drawbridge, and an encircling moat, sans alligators. I can’t he... Read More
Traipsing London on the Ankle Express (Part Two)
June 6, 2014 London. From Buckingham Palace, we start walking back through Saint James Park. The sun is shining through the white puffs of clouds, a rarity for England. Long legged birds fly over th... Read More
To Fight, To Fly
Arms stretching,                      reaching for the next second An endless parade, moving forward But Pan dances on the face of the clock to mock       the mindless  Â... Read More
Traipsing London on the Ankle Express (Part One)
June 6, 2014 Kentish Town. Glimmers of morning light peek through the crevasses of the heavy drapes and force themselves under my eyelids. I stir, unsure of where I am or how I got there. As soon as m... Read More
Big Ben and My Obsession with Peter Pan
June 5, 2014 Kentish Town. Steve and I head out of our B&B like the walking dead. In the past non-stop thirty hours (traveling between three countries), we have slept all of two. But London awa... Read More
Welcome to Great Britain
June 5, 2014 Heathrow. “So, you know that song “Hit Me With Your Best Shot?” Steve asks as we exit the terminal into the airport. We haven’t talked for about eight hours becaus... Read More