Driving along the road I was greeted with a flock of sheep. Like a parade they came with their bells ringing, taking over the entire road leaving me little choice but to pull over…

Before we journeyed back to the south of France from Rennes we had breakfast at my Belle Mere’s table. She has an armoire stuffed with pretty things, most of the pieces are things passed down from her or her husband’s…

The cost of shipping  Fourteen people waiting, only one line open. That was how the morning began at the post office. When my turn arrived, the postal worker looked at me, looked at the box, then looked back at me,…

When I arrived in France I was thirty years old and did not speak more than three words in French.  Some of you have asked me what was that like and how long did it take me to learn to…

Details of love.  Do you share them?  Sacha asked, "How does a girl like to be treated?" I said, "Listen to her.  Share with her.  Notice who she is." Sacha replied, "Mom, Mom, Mom… we are talkin’ my age,  nowadays, …

Photo shop and I are becoming friends.  Or I should say, Photo shop let’s me pretend I can paint! Photo:  A street in the town of Arles, France. Photo:  A chalk and paint art piece that I found at the…