Full disclosure: There's nothing British about me. Although I've titled this blog space with a British saying that means "small objects or parts of something," I'm a born and bred Midwesterner who divorced my husband of many years, then transplanted myself in the California desert. I started over in this place of rough and tumble beauty as a 60-year-old straight woman, mom, GG to her grand-kids, magazine writer and devoted yogi with one gay friend, grande margarita and tear-stained cocktail napkin at a time. It felt like free-falling off a... Read More