Sabrina Lloyd

I love memoirs. As I live this crazy life, as I ride the bumps, take the sharp curves, marvel at the beauty, weather the hardships, as I...

Dear Spring, I am going need to you to try a little harder. It was a very long, dark winter and while I appreciate your tenderness, I...

My son and I found this piece of bark on one of our long beach walks. It is completely whole, round, having fallen off and come apart...

Who am I? Who are you? Who are we? A dearest of my heart, a dear dear friend who knows all of my secrets (shhhhhh) told me today I seem...

Uganda was familiar yet so much had changed. It still remains running in my blood, when I look at my daughter I am there, she wraps the...

Summer is here. Storms hang in corners; windows are now perpetually open, as mosquitoes rest on my pillow waiting for me to sleep so that...

Just a 45 minute drive from Rome, you can climb up into the sky. Below you are cherry trees, olive trees, and apple trees, that you can...

The world is small. This past weekend, while out for a walk with my amazing family, I watched my past crossing the street, coming right...

I feel the pull. I think it started with a picture. Or maybe it was just a word. But the roots I felt were slipping, slowly untangling...

We’ve had a good deal of visitors here in Rome. At first, I enjoyed being a tour guide, but after my eighth trip to the Colosseum I...

Kampala, Uganda I remember once when my husband (then boyfriend), who had just come back from Kenya, sat listening to me patiently in NY...

Strange Easter. We had decided to spend it up north in an old monastery outside of Orvieto. Being an ex-pat, the holidays are more...

At the end of work on the first film I did, my sweet young co-star gave me a small glass bird, the bluebird of happiness. It became a...