So I left Las Vegas, drove on crowded roads then nothing. Pulled into a gas station on a deserted Highway and there were two large women, with long grey greasy hair, no make-up, baggy T shirts big bra-less breasts sitting behind a table selling ‘baked goods’ for the local community centre. They were probably my… Continue reading Letter to Kathleen from Vegas
Lionel Ritchie playing in the MacDonalds, trying to look for a breakfast under 500 calories, can’t connect to WiFi, haven’t asked for a password as I don’t want to line up again with the many bearded men in the queue. Up and out before 7.00am, looked for the Starbucks I felt sure I saw last… Continue reading On The Road: MacDonalds, Chico, California. 7.00am
So I am the now officially ‘the older woman’…Just about the share the stage with a young, single, Himalayan inspired back-packer as a book store and my publishers see similarities in our traveling tails. I am not so convinced, and feel I should be put with those who want to discuss the pains of a… Continue reading Book Promotions
So a few days ago my Publicist arranged an appearance on Breakfast TV in Vancouver to promote Time To Take Flight. I was to be sitting on a sofa chatting informally with the host at 8.10am on a Monday morning. I needed to be present 45 minutes before the five minute taping to apply make-up,… Continue reading Tax deductable shoes
