I was born in NYC, raised in DC, lived all over including Boston, MA; Venice and Sta. Monica, CA; Granada, Andalucía, España; Tampa, FL; Wilmington, NC; and now Gulfport, FL. I traveled around Italy a couple of years ago and would love to go back. Living in either of those Mediterranean countries at this point, without being independently wealthy, would not be viable as their economies are in a rough, rough patch, even worse than ours. Stay tuned…
I had a long career of career searching, during which I privately visualized a dream to build a freelance practice combining my various verbal vocations: translation, editing, writing, paleography and teaching. I had no rational hope this would ever happen but continued to prepare for a miracle just in case it should occur!
Then the opportunity found me. Now I live “….where the weather suits my clothes” and am establishing that freelance practice.
The environment and community in Wilmington, NC, enhance my mental, physical and spiritual health, something akin to the effects of many teas we Steepsters share and enjoy.
Aside from words, I have many passions, especially singing, playing, performing and listening to music, painting in watercolors, gardening, cooking, entertaining, easygoing nature hikes, art museums, travel to out-of-the-way and local but relatively unknown places. I am thrilled that I’ll be able to return to all of these passions, little by little.
Originally I came across Steepster by looking up “Ruby 18,” because I loved the sound of Assam and Oolong together. A lovely member, who lives just a few hours from where I now live, sent me a sample about a year ago! I could only tolerate one cup of black tea per day so it became all the more special! Now, aside from some delicious Oolongs, it’s all green for me, especially flavored with jasmine. Plain green, or jasmine with other flavors such as orange, just do not get it. I enjoy a smattering of herbals — and once it’s cooled I refrigerate fresh mint tea from my garden in summer, spring & early fall — but herbals do not cut it in the morning.
Steep away, me hearties.