Our bags are stuffed. Today we leave California for France. Home to home. Tears in our eyes. Hearts carrying more than our 50 pound limit. Bittersweet goodbyes, cracking the surfaces and flooding the damns. Baseball, and baguettes we hold smiling,…

                   I do not want to leave, I am happy where I am. The grass is green, the sun is warm, and the spot is good. I like it here. Simple. Honest. Home. Sacha…

    Shakespeare writes in Macbeth… Dreams are the chief nourishers in life's feast… I believe dreams speak to us of feelings and or thoughts that we have during the day that go unexpressed or unnoticed. Dreams are the language of…

                                We all have a bad habit, some of mine include: Taking big bites- Putting my foot in my mouth- Waiting until the last minute- and amongst numerous others, I…

                          Yann returns to France next week, we will join him soon after. Summer vacation with my family, is coming to an end! I know we are fortunate, maybe even spoiled, to…

Looking through the shop window, I see a collection of dreams. A bit of gild, a bit of rust… religious artefacts… holders for candles soon to be lit… An angel hidden amongst the what-nots…and a tiny oil painting of a…