US vs UK: Minding my P’s and Queue’s
There is nothing more British as queueing up, as I learned to my peril two weeks ago when I took …
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Enter the competition!
Take a look at the photo above. The person who correctly identifies: 1. The black horizontal objects 2. The number …
Gordon’s pleached hedge, a year later
Last year during our Year of Living Englishly I wrote about my cousin Gordon’s work pleaching a hedge, and now …
Making hay while the sun shines: Mowing the pastures
England is in the grip of a heat wave, and the farmers in my family are the happiest I’ve seen …
US vs UK: The (alleged) Apollo moon landing, 1969
Several nights ago, I slipped away to the Cliff Inn in the village where my parents grew up to have …
US vs UK: 30 degrees of separation
It was 96 sweltering degrees when we left Boston on Tuesday, and 66 cool and lovely degrees in London when …
Father’s Day, 2013: On this spot, 40 years apart, my dad and I . . .
My dad was a man of few words; a brilliant scientist and professor, but in his own head most of …
The suckiness of having to model good behavior to your kids
OK, this is what it was like here in Boston, Mass, over the last weekend. It’s been bleeping hot, and …
In praise of our soldiers
On this Memorial Day, I would like to pay tribute to the soldiers in my family: My maternal grandfather, Jack …
Memorial Day, 2013: Dunkirk, “England’s finest hour,” 1940
My great-uncle Reg, an ambulance corpsman, was one of the last men off the Dunkirk beaches. For the British, this …
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