Broad city and me

I’m feeling a bit sad and discombobulated. Broad City is done.

The Aunt and the Flying Kangaroo

Yesterday my aunt’s 101st birthday coincided with the final flight of the last Qantas 747. I’m trying to work out if the two are connected. Continue reading “The Aunt and the Flying Kangaroo” →

In five decades, my husband has:

lived in three different countries by the age of 10

learned English