Santa Claus is exhausted and posssibly on a drinking binge until next Christmas. The old year is dead and gone, and we’re left with the eternal New Year’s insanity of …
Miss Footloose
Miss Footloose
I hail from the Netherlands and grew up eating lots of Gouda cheese, riding a bike to school, and not wearing wooden shoes. Having adventurous Dutch genes, I married an American Peace Corps volunteer in Kenya, East Africa, in an odd if humorous 10-minute ceremony that fortunately has stuck so far. My man is a development economist and I follow him around the world and watch him toil running projects that assist business and agricultural enterprises in developing countries. I have cooked, shopped, mothered, traveled and written stories in Africa, Asia, Europe, the US and the Middle East. I'm an expat writer not living in paradise (like Peter Mayle or Frances Mayes). I do not drink wine from my own grapes or tend my own olive groves. I have, however, visited my butcher's bedroom in Palestine, eaten fertility sausage in Kenya, and almost landed in prison in Uganda.
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Dear Readers, Miss Footloose is ever so sorry to no longer being able to offer you this free book. But why not try reading this post below instead. Unless you’re …
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Wherever you are, whatever your traditions, I wish you joy! * MERRY CHRISTMAS * HAPPY HOLIDAYS * PEACE! * Photo by Stephen Vance Share this:Tweet
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Do you like lots of color? One of my favorite quotations is this one by Danny Kaye: Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint …
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I was able to procure a one-hundred-pound bag of white flour from a local merchant with shadowy connections.He “slipped” me the bag at an exorbitant price. Jubilant, I dragged my …