My life outside books

I started blogging more than ten years ago. I started with blogspot.com, changed to multiply.com (RIP), then Tumblr, then WordPress. This isn't my first WordPress page, I had a couple that I don't use anymore. Some I closed and some I switched to private. I started 'Her Other Stories' because I wanted a more professional... Continue Reading →

A Walk in the Park

“And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath I've been in London for almost three months now, yet it feels longer. My friend said London has this odd... Continue Reading →

Heavenly Bodies at The Met

"Art lovers already know the Metropolitan Museum is heaven on Earth. But its new exhibit . . . should convert everyone else." —New York Post My last visit to The Met had one purpose: to accompany my sister and mother. I actually planned to wait at some cafe outside but changed my mind last minute... Continue Reading →

Book Review: The Assistant by Bernard Malamud

"She pictured him in nice clothes, his hair cut shorter, maybe his nose straightened, speaking a more careful English, interested in music and literature, learning about politics, psychology, philosophy; wanting to know more the more he knew, in this way growing in value to himself and others." The Assistant, Bernard Malamud I found Bernard Malamud... Continue Reading →

Falling for Victoria & Albert

“This is the greatest consolation in life. In poetically well-built museums, formed from the heart's compulsions, we are consoled not by finding in them old objects that we love, but by losing all sense of Time.” ― Orhan Pamuk, The Museum of Innocence When life gets too busy, there are only two public places I... Continue Reading →

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