Pushing on a Rope
business travel
Scent of a Woman
It seems I’m pushing on a rope wherever I go. Yesterday, it was on a trip to the Left Coast. Six hours on a plane sitting next to an enormous cloud of over-sweet cheap perfume. Thankfully, the scent’s owner didn’t also talk my ear off. In fact, she slept most of the flight, dozing off … Continue reading
At 17, still saying the darndest things
So, I must travel for business next week, a thankfully rare occurrence that nevertheless sends all three of us Vaneches into a bit of a tizzy. Already, I’m starting the lists of chores, appointments, errands, etc., to be completed in my absence. (The first time I did this last year, I got frantic emails demanding … Continue reading
Back where I belong
Home, sweet home! Interstate 95 never looked as good as it did early Wednesday morning, my driver speeding north from JFK airport to Old Greenwich. Thank goodness the delay I encountered at SFO lasted only three hours. With the onboard toilet finally unclogged, we passengers pushed and shoved our way onto the plane home, then … Continue reading
