French la Vie

  My cousin Francabolla (Lynn's sister) is on her way home to face a terribly sad reality. I want to hop on a plane and join my family, to share…

Read More…

  A sea of silence stirs within where words no longer express the depth one feels, The unknown shore, the sand moves under foot, the sky above opens. Sadness takes…

Read More…

Rose.Petal.Bloom.   Thank you for your generous prayers. We are still waiting, hoping and offering our good intentions towards Lynn. Thank you for keeping Lynn and her family in your…

Read More…

    Every year my girl cousins, who call themselves the "Cabras", and my Aunts, on the Amaro side of the family go away for a long weekend to spend…

Read More…

  After two amazing weeks at home in California, I am going home to France. It is bittersweet. It is too short, not enough, and yet I am grateful: That…

Read More…

Today marks the sixth year of my blog. Everyday for six years. Over 6000 photos. Brocante bug galore. A range of emotion, a scrapbook of my life, a sweet collection…

Read More…

  There are fourteen nieces and nephews in my Amaro side of the family. Seven older ones, and seven little ones. As I was a mother of two of them…

Read More…

    My brother’s names remind me of the four gospels.. well almost. Marty, Mathew, Mark and Zane. Marty’s middle name is John. And Zane’s middle name is Louis which…

Read More…

    Looking out from the kitchen window, Westport, California. Symbols in unexpected places.           Secret passages, Dark gardens, Trails through the headlands on the Northern…

Read More…

Where do you leave your heart?           The song says that someone left their heart in San Francisco. Some would think my heart is at the…

Read More…