The best holiday ice skating in London

Over the past several years my family and I have criss-crossed the city trying out different ice skating rinks. I’ve loved it since childhood, when I would force my mother to drive from 2 1/2 hours to the nearest ice rink so I could pretend I was an ice princess. (I have a great picture of me trying to do an arabesque on ice — the minute my mother hit the shutter, I hit a chink in the ice and she...

Yesterday v Today

Yesterday in Texas: Baking cookies on the dashboard of the car. (Yes it works, but they tasted a little funny. Turns out “new car smell” isn’t the best secret ingredient.) Today in London: Rainstorms til the end of the...

When it's time to leave the beach

Given the old choice of mountains or beach, I'll choose beach every time. The sun, proper surf for wave-jumping, bodyboarding or surfing, and sand in places my doctor's never seen. Bliss. Every year we visit the same resort in Texas, Port Royal in Port Aransas. I hestitate to even mention it by name. As unlikely as it might seem that a bunch of Brits would turn up on this lightly developed section of...