by Virginia Lloyd | Jan 21, 2007 | Blog, Memoir
Once upon a time someone with a child named Jihad had the telephone number that is now my own. Yes, Jihad. I have reached this conclusion because at least four times a week I return home to see a flickering number on my answering machine. I still get excited at the...
by Virginia Lloyd | Jan 21, 2007 | Blog, Memoir
That’s what it looked like to me, as I stepped outside my apartment building to go for one of my high-speed power walks on Saturday morning. While I was sleeping, snow had fallen in sufficient quantities to cover the sidewalks with a light coverage of about an...
by Virginia Lloyd | Jan 19, 2007 | Blog, Memoir
I should be careful what I purchase – as soon as I reported buying a pair of waterproof boots, it decided to snow. I was working away diligently, nose down into the laptop, high up on the 17th floor, and looked out the windows to see bona fide snow flakes...
by Virginia Lloyd | Jan 17, 2007 | Blog, Memoir
Do you recognise me underneath all these layers? Outside my employer’s home-office front door, directly opposite the liftwell, is a full-length mirror that kindly reminds me every day just how becoming my winter uniform is. In the streets, a touch of colour in a...
by Virginia Lloyd | Jan 15, 2007 | Blog, Memoir
This week I jotted down a few things I’ve noticed on return to New York after one month away from the city, on holiday back home in Australia. Lots of dead Christmas trees lying on the sidewalk (footpath), waiting to be carted away. They looked to me like the...
by Virginia Lloyd | Jan 15, 2007 | Memoir
Ivy is my new pot plant, a delicate little thing whom I picked up at the Farmers’ Market around the corner from my place on Saturday. The market was relatively deserted, containing many fewer producers than the last time I visited in November. I attribute the...