Thank you little flowers that are underfoot, giving way without a cry, as I pass by. Thank you fresh air that fills my lungs restoring me without my constant awareness. Thank you, light that shows me today…

    Sixty. For nearly a year I told myself often that I was sixty as a way to prepare for the sound of it.   This morning French Husband served champagne.   Martin (Mr. Espresso) and Chelsea brought blush…

  For Christmas Chelsea gave Yann and me a day at the spa. We went today. I am in La La Land and can hardly sit up because I am so relaxed, let alone type.   A few hours after I…

  Feelings. The whole pot full of them: The juicy, the stinky, sometimes tasteless, never boring, often challenging divine mixture that makes for an adventurous thing called life. And when they are stirred, whether to the boiling point or to…

  One of the best surprises I had this month came last weekend at a brocante that I went to where I bought a large box of old papers. At home sorting through the box of nearly 1000 letters, I…