Christy The Writer

I just opened the door to some trick or treaters, and one of them studied me critically for a moment before announcing, “You don’t look very scary.” Considering I wasn’t in costume, thanks. I think.

I learned something new today: there are few things as insulting as getting honked at by someone with a back window full of stuffed animals.

My GPS, which I’ve begun calling Hugh, is continuing to find ways to vex me. This morning when I was leaving he refused to speak to me, coolly saying only that the “signal was lost.” I figured he was just mad because last night when he told me to “turn around,” I told him to [...]

Man (to me): “Where are you from?” Me: “I’m from Kansas.” Man (to his wife): “Did you hear that? She’s from Kansas too!” Wife: “Honey, I’m from Missouri.”

Someone asked me this morning what I liked best about England and I had a hard time answering. I like the culture, the rich history, their friendliness, the food, the lager, the fact that they don’t tip and they almost never honk their car horns. But I have to say what still thrills me the [...]

Why is it that the things I like best are also the biggest hassle to deal with? Like big cans of pineapple juice. And pomegranates. And men.

I finally broke down and bought a GPS. Did you know there’s an option for a British male voice? I chose that one. Hands up if you’re surprised… Anyone? Anyone? Interestingly, there is not a programming feature in which he says you’ve been a very naughty girl if you turn the wrong way. I’m mystified [...]

I asked one of my English friends recently what his general perception is of Americans, and without even hesitating, he said it seems to him that Americans will do anything “to be on the telly.” I told him he was wrong, of course. THANKS, Balloon Boy people, for making me look like an ass.

Under “Pages,” to the left, you’ll find my first piece about my trip to England, “Oxford: Searching for Jack.” Enjoy. And if you don’t enjoy, lie to me.

I’ve just gotten back from Britain and I have so much I want to write about my trip, the almost unbearable loveliness of the country, the way I was welcomed, the accents, the food, the people I met. However, I have been up since 3 a.m. UK time and what with all the crying in [...]