French Style, daily art! My Mother would never hang her clothes like this! Her clothes are hung in order and with precision. The underwear and bras…

                            Before the church bells strike eight, three men with arms the size that Popeye would envy, have been coming to our home, to work in our garden. They are creating…

                                                                        I am spontaneous, I cut my own hair. As my brother Mathew said yesterday, in…

                                The touch, the tender moment when all stands still, the moment we know that life is not just here and now, when the invisible force of mystery walks…

My friend Kristi and I at the sidewalk cafe in her French village, talking about our lives in France, sipping coffee, tasting each others cakes, peels of laughter, oh la las about French husbands, and you know… girl talk-he-said-she-said-I-said… Everyday…

When I arrived in France it was the subtle differences that hit me over the head…those silly little things that separated me from my known world. My expectation was that the language would be my biggest hurdle, and that the…