Far from the deserted country roads that are lined in golden hues, traced in grey, with blue herons standing solo upon unplanted fields due to the lack of water, we drove through long-needed rain and autumn chill, windshield wipers wipe…

    Golden fields, to the Golden Gate, to the golden domes of Paris, to my golden embrace.  

Have you ever played Jenga? Sacha, Yann, Gabriel, my mom, and I played over and over again. Gabriel caught on quickly, my mom was a master, and we played as a team and not individually, which for our family is…

  “These are the hands of your best friend, young and strong and full of love for you, that are holding yours on your wedding day, as you promise to love each other today, tomorrow, and forever. These are the…

Today would have been my cousin's 65 birthday. Julie was a few months older than me, she led the way into the new year, and I would catch up in February.   Julie was our "person" at our wedding, as…