Autumn in Provence, the changing colors, grapes picked, the smell of wine to come. Plants putting on their golden coats dressing doorways with a shawl of foliage lace. Lacoste, Bonnieux, and Lourmarin small Provencal towns nestled in the hills. Inviting long…

Glasses found. Money saved. Under the bed. (I won't tell you how many times I looked under every bed in the house!) I looked under every bed at least a million times. I have bruised knees to prove it. Chelsea…

                      I have misplaced my brand new glasses. The last time I remember having them on was Saturday evening– I was in the car with Chelsea, I was bringing her home from school, we were talking about my father…

                                                  Last Friday I was on my way to pick up Sacha from school when he called me on my cell phone: Sacha: Hey Mom, since it is the first day of school vacation, I was wondering if after school I could…

Her style was over the top sweet, nearly sugary. Never subtle. Some might say flowery, yes flowers on everything, and certainly pink with splashes of gold. Her world was a garden of delights. Perfume too, in ultra feminine French antique…

                                            A window frame stood out on the way to the Musee d' Orsay. Simple, elegant… with a curtain as if a ready made canvas to spark one's imagination… what will the the inner painter create?                                           Colors rich and thick dabs…