My daughter Chelsea is in Terminal Bac S, (a senior in high school.) I asked her how her day went and she said, "Since I was early for my Greek…

                                He was there. As if waiting for her, (…though he was drinking a café amongst the pearls in Paris.) She blushed coral. He smiled drinking her in long and…

                            The small details of how we live our lives measure large. Isn’t it true that you can getting a feeling about a person in how they shake your hand, or…

                         My chic Belle-Mere (Mother in law,) knows how to pack. Whenever she comes to visit us she arrives with one small suitcase. It doesn’t matter if she is staying a weekend…

  Our street was narrow, unpaved, and fenced by two large stone walls. This was before the joli maisons; houses sprang up like mushrooms all around us, eating up the vineyards and olive trees. This was before the new families arrived.…

                      My Mother called me Cinderella, not because I wore glass slippers, nor for my flare for transforming mice into men, but because I was the oldest child followed by four brothers. Needless…