Sabrina Lloyd

Actor–Writer–Artist

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Summertime

Paused

May 30, 2012
1 min

Paused

My get-up-and-go got-up-and-went. Bags packed, shoes on, heart empty on where I’ve been and filled up on where we were going and there’s a pause on the play. California will remain my temporary home for another two months. Today, I had to challenge myself. I’ve been here. I’ve done it. Seen it. Isn’t that what we think? As I paced the floor, wearing in my misery so deep that I seem to walk in a slope now, I thought perhaps I needed to get out. Taking my camera, I climbed the

Reach

Squirrel away

Get your geek on

Mar 30, 2012
1 min

Get your geek on

One of the things I love about being a mom is all the fun things you get to do. When was the last time you chased a butterfly? Pet a starfish? Mixed glue and borax to make goo? Underneath it all I am just a geek at heart, and nothing is more fun than spending a Friday morning at a science center showing your child all the wonders of the world and reminding yourself just how cool this crazy ride on this amazing planet is. #losangeles #sea #motherhood #photography #science #sta

Bee

Breaking bread

Nov 2, 2011
2 min

Breaking bread

I love how Italians eat lunch. The middle of the day is not just a stop to refuel, to grab something on the go, to get to the next point, it is literally in the Italian language a “pause.” You must pause, stop completely, rest. It was the same in Uganda. Day after day I would marvel at the locals around me, no matter what their job: government official, housekeeper, garbage man; when it was lunch time it was lunch time. Everything stopped. Meals were lingered over in restaur

Red

Indignati!

Naples

Sep 25, 2011
1 min

Naples

I am in love. Italy is now mine. It took a dark, edgy city to pull me in, and sink me. Naples is deep. It’s dirty. It’s sexy. It’s everything you think of when you think of Pacino, Deniro, men in dark suits whispering in corners. Sure, there is the Corso lined with expensive boutiques and monuments of stunning beauty, all perched upon hills that fall into an endless sea, but like an alley cat I staked the streets I was warned not to go. I leaned into the whispers and studied

Almost, but not yet

Aug 28, 2011
1 min

Almost, but not yet

The summer is winding down, should have been home by now. We ran from two islands, but Irene caught us in NY and has us grounded. No space on any airlines, so we wait, stuck, packed, ready, in memories. We left this behind, spending our last day on the farm haying: My husband got to do this: while I ran around finding things like this: I had no idea a wasp’s nest could be as the moon, with a man sitting inside it. And yes, it was beautiful, the mountains and sky and space and

Fire

Beautiful things

Doves and flowers and a Tuscan cat

Cat

Snapshots of Rome

The shore, Italian style

Heading

If I were an ant

This and that at the Borgo di Tragliata

May 8, 2011
1 min

This and that at the Borgo di Tragliata

For Mother’s Day weekend we drove to the country to see this: We stayed on an organic farm, in an old stone house: which is this: where they gave us this menu for lunch: Now in most places (or at least places I have been) you would order one from each section, making a full meal. I tried in vain to do just that, but after some very funny Italian and finally switching to English, I was made to understand that no, there would be no ordering. This is what we will be eating, what