This is me, the one who does not like her photo taken. A number of you have asked me to put up photos of myself…and I love dares, and I like to please others, and I am a easily led.…

Taking photos of each other is something we rarely do in our family. I don’t know why, it is just like that. Maybe it is because I do not like to my have photo taken. Maybe it is because I…

                 At the flea market I often see forgotten treasure boxes. Collection of memories in the form of bits and pieces. The boxes are not golden, nor crested in jewels. Often the treasure boxs are…

In my neck of the woods, there are fields upon little fields of poppies. Not California golden poppies, but red poppies. Poppies are spontaneous. Their colorful petals spread out like a picnic blanket over the fields. One can guess but…

Walking down the street in the neighboring village of Beausset, I couldn’t help noticing that nearly every door, had a cast iron hand door knocker. It struck me funny, was there a message behind the door for me? Though the…

Key rings to Paris. A dime a dozen for those of you who asked for the Eiffel tower! Paris is more than the Eiffel tower, and France is more than Paris. Though I love the Eiffel tower, Paris and France.…