The Witch

muscle from a rat, eye of a bat, hair from a worm one with a perm what havoc does she brew her ingredients make us rue will her potion be love or darker than imagination this is her most horrific creation worse than zombies more frightening than Frankenstein more hair-raising than the apocalypse more terrifying…

When in Rome …. eat gelato!!!

One of the most memorable experiences I had in Italy was gelato. You could say I went on a gelato-eating spree, and tried almost all the flavors available in the whole of Rome. I wanted to eat one gelato every day, but ended up having about three each day instead. My favorite flavor was “Limone”,…

Death in a Hotel

Detective Wayne Clive Duncan entered the dark, gloomy hotel room. He bent over the dead woman and touched her face. The woman’s waxy, purple skin, and blue lips, suggested that she had been dead for about an hour. A Gucci purse lying next to her body had her wallet in it, which identified her as…

Maple Layer Cake

I made this lovely maple layer cake for my great-grandmother’s birthday. She just turned 91! And instead of writing out the recipe, I decided it would be fun to doodle it out. If I ever wrote a cook book, this is how I would want all my pages to look 🙂 Some photos while I…

Circus Days

I worked at the Chudesnyye I Misticheskiye Ispolniteli Tsirka (The Marvellous and Mystical Circus Performers) for around 10 years as a trapeze artist. They called me the Malen’koye pero, which means “little feather” in Russian. I could fly through the air with almost no effort and with no fear at all. I came from the noble family…

On Sequoias

Wasn’t I lucky to visit Yosemite National Park in April! One of the most fascinating things I saw there were the giant sequoia trees. Sequoia trees have been around for hundreds of years. In fact, Native American tribes living in that area have given them names like wawona, toos-pung-ish and hea-mi-withic. Giant sequoias grow naturally only in a…

10 years

As most sea-tales do, my story begins with me running away from home. My sister Jeanette and I ran away from our strict, conservative French-English family when I was only 15, and she was 17 years old. After a few (mis)adventures, we ended up being part of a ship’s crew. The year was 1808, and we were aboard…