I don't know if the world is falling apart any more than it ever was, or is it that I am getting older? I'm not sure which is which, but lately, it's been a bit of a challenge to look on the bright side. Don't get me wrong, I'm managing, but it would be all the harder if I didn't periodically have little gems of experiences to remind me of the beauty of life. I was lucky to have such an experience last Tuesday. A group of us here in Copenhagen have decided to put together an anthology. It's a project initiated by the American Woman's Club and will be partly funded by said group. For those of you who know me, you know I'm a Groucho Marx kind of girl when it comes to clubs, but I do have to say that whatever experiences I have had with these women have been overwhelming positive and have even made me reconsider my preconceived notions of what comprises a club. So anyway, last Tuesday when we all met to discuss the upcoming anthology, one of the women ...
