How I wish I could sit by your side, Hold you hand, Smile into your eyes, and to Have your breath moisten my fearful heart. How I wish I could Climb upon…

                               When I arrived in France many moons ago, Christmas trees were not part of Christmas. The Christmas consumer market had not yet taken off. The French florists usually had…

                          She was ready with her, pink satin bow, powder-puff hand muff, and her very own kissing contraption to entice the boys. She even had a friend who stood by her side…

                       I wish I had the pleasure of having the secret I once had. Before Christmas I would sneak downstairs and gather my gifts from under the tree. I would carefully unwrap each…

                         Dear Darling Frenchhusband, Since you asked me what I want for Christmas, I am going to tell you exactly what I want. I would like you to make me a pot…

                               The French use mustard like Americans use ketchup. French fries with mustard. They like mayonnaise with French fries too, but mustard is the star when it comes to condiments.…