The Reemergence of Ragsdale

It has been awhile. Four years to be exact, although it feels like an age since I was sitting on a stoop in Sibiu, pontificating on the delights of Romanian rosé. and fancying myself some ridiculous wayward gypsy princess. Reading through my last offerings to this quiet little website I found myself reeling with a… Continue reading The Reemergence of Ragsdale

My Husband Caught On Fire (and now I’m damaged)

I was walking through my neighborhood today, off to my favorite quiet little cafe to read and relax, when I turned a corner and stopped dead in my tracks at the sight before me. It was the old Ryukyu house that I had always loved walking by because it reminded me of how ancient my… Continue reading My Husband Caught On Fire (and now I’m damaged)