Tag: Mother on the Orient Express
Mother on the Orient Express: Part Seven (The Train)
(I broke the train into two parts. The first part of the train (part six of the story) is here.) We take the long walk toward dinner. Now we’re a little less sure on our feet. Mom’s getting tired, and I’m a little tired, and it’s darker. We make it to the bar car, which […]
Mother on the Orient Express: Part Six (The Train)
So here’s what my mother didn’t know: that months ago I’d asked the Orient Express travel agent if she could help me make even more of Mom’s dreams come true. If you don’t remember, Mom wanted to sit in the bar car of the Orient Express, drinking a pink squirrel while listening to them play […]
Mother on the Orient Express: The Update
Look, I went through a redesign and then I was in the dictionary and then I was really busy with multiple pitches and if I finish this script I’ve got due in the next couple of days I’ll have turned in a pilot script, a manuscript and a screenplay all in the past six weeks. […]
Mother on the Orient Express: Part Five (The Train)
We only had one night on the Orient Express. You could go longer. You could start in Rome and have two nights on the train (and if I could do this again, and had much more money, this would be it.)
Mother on the Orient Express: Part Four (Venice)
Before I continue, I need to take a moment to compliment every single person who works for the brand that is Orient Express. Their attention to detail is phenomenal, but my travel agent Heather was so spectacular that I wrote letters of praise to anyone who would listen. So when I’m about to complain about […]
Mother on the Orient Express: Part Three
Yesterday would have been my parents’ 37th wedding anniversary. It made me remember how there was supposed to be a third person on this trip with my mom. Dad.
Mother on the Orient Express: Part Two
Did I mention that seconds after Mom showed me her dead cell phone, I found her boarding pass on the floor of the restaurant? This is when I confiscated all of her travel documents, and would not let her have them in her possession… until we ended up in a fight while being forced to […]
Mother on the Orient Express: Part One
While I was eating dinner tonight “Sentimental Journey” played over the restaurant’s speakers. I’m well aware that I probably heard it more because I was sensitive to hearing it, but I still think it was a gentle reminder that I needed to get my ass in gear and write up these stories.
Don’t Worry That It’s Not Good Enough for Anyone Else to Hear.
It’s still tonight, so technically I’m still doing my update for today. And I will start it with the tail end of another fantastic email, one that might make you jealous with it’s geniusness. (At least it did for me.) Behold, Brett N’s contribution:
J’ai m’appelle Dorktastique Incroyable
In yesterday’s email: [readermail] Pamie, Having recently visited Paris this past July, I can personally attest that any self-imposed requirement to learn French is unnecessary. I tried to learn a few phrases and found that all I needed was the basics: “hello”, “please/thank you”, and “do you speak English?”. Beyond that, most Parisians I dealt […]