Laura Harrison McBride

I have a couple of questions: How can one make tartare sauce without sweet pickles or sweet pickle relish? Why are even the ovens on The...

Snow at Bray Shop, a hamlet near my home. (Wiki commons photo) I What is it, I wondered aloud, alone in my car, coming back from the...

Last week, I posted a poem from one of my books as a gift. This week, I'm offering a short story, a mystery of sorts, but it's too long...

Sorry for the long hiatus. I was busy preparing our Muffin Dog Press tree for the St. Eustachius Christmas Tree Festival in Tavistock,...

Last Friday night, we went to a concert at Cadogan Hall in London. What a wonderful place. Perfect acoustics. So much so that, except for...

Several years before Simon and I moved to England, we used to fly over for Christmas. About the second time we did that, my ex-husband,...

Deadly nighshade, a semi-beautiful but undesirable fungus. (Wiki Commons) This morning, I mentioned to Simon that a friend has posted...

There are only two kinds of people in the world: pumpkin haters and pumpkin lovers. I am of the latter. But it occurred to me, when I saw...

Pencil drawing, Renaissance Woman, c. 2013 by LH McBride It has been at least 30 years since a friend of mine, a maritime attorney in New...

I There is something seductive about a cocktail glass, not a coupe, not the ones with rounded bottoms, used (wrongly) for champagne. A...

Here's a photo from the Columbus Day Parade in Plymouth. Plymouth, UK.

Yes, that's me on Major Yeats in a "fun day" costume competition at Fox Hollow in Tennessee. We got a 4th. The costume was a couch and a...

When I was a relatively new freelancer, I was able to live in Manhattan by writing regularly for second-string publications—Income...

Sometimes, you just have to take a deep breath and admit something. In the mid-1970s, I once had an enormous craving for SPAM®. I...

Like most writers, I have books perched conveniently near my writing desk. Some are purely for research; Kenneth Clark's Civilization,...

I love catalogues. This morning, for the hundredth time, I was looking through the Qwerkity.com catalogue. I came upon this tapestry...