Sunday Drives: Aberdyfi & Dolgellau

You can walk to Borth from Aberystwyth, although Beesly and I have not yet attempted it. Perhaps when it’s a little warmer we will venture up the hill, Y Consti, and wander along the cliffs above the sea. In the fall, I was lucky enough to catch a ride to Borth and stand on the…

Walking and the Druid Sun

I’ve always walked to get thoughts worked out in my mind. Sometimes I like to talk out loud to myself. In the city, New York or Ljubljana, I wore earbuds so it looked like I was on the phone, but really I was trying to verbally parse apart something for myself–a problem that needed resolving….

The Short Driving Lesson

My Welsh buddy and I went to the car park–or mud pit with ditches and remnants of stone walls– so I could “have a go” at driving on the opposite side of the car. It was the perfect place for me to begin. After thirteen years in rural Vermont, I was used to driving on…

Paris

I used to suffer from pretty bad anxiety. My late husband, Jay, suffered from depression. He always told me that anxiety and depression were two sides of the same coin. When he died, though, my anxiety seemed to disappear. It was as though he “took it with him” I used to say. But now, almost…

Sunday Drives: The A487 & Corris

Some key people in my life here in Wales live in towns along one road that leads from Aberystwyth to Machynlleth. So I’ve gotten to know the road–the A487. I hadn’t been out of this small university town by the sea for the first three months of my stay. Then my very kind landlady, who…

Follies

I saw Stephen Sondheim’s Follies at the arts center in town recently. It was one of those “Live from the National Theatre in London” things–an incredible ensemble piece. I’d seen Imelda Staunton in Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf  back at Dartmouth last summer in one of the NT broadcasts. Her performance in Edward Albee’s play was…

Happy Thanksgiving from Wales

Most Thanksgivings of my life have happened in New York City. When my children were small, we went to Aunt Katie’s most often. She always had a wide assortment of family and friends and extended family and extended friends. Her generosity usually included people she barely knew. For several Thanksgivings in a row the upstairs…