TEA with G

I like someone who once read a lot of pony books and is now being quietly judged by a gelding.

I'm British. We don't do therapy retreats in California. We have a cuppa tea and get on with it. But something had to change.

Massive generalization here, but Brits do love the word “nightmare,” my mother included. A delay was a nightmare. Traffic was a nightmare. A long flight was a nightmare. A queue was a nightmare. A change of plan was a...

I took her to 6th Street, the dirty side. At 70 years old, she danced on the bar at Coyote Ugly and did her first ever Jello shot at The Piano Bar.

I grew up in working-class Britain. School holidays meant you were legally allowed to not be in school. The bar was low.