My Grandmother Frances came to America from the Azores. Her trunk was filled with simple necessities: A linen towel, a few chemises, a hairbrush, a dress in cotton for Spring, and another in wool, probably an apron,…

  Unfair this life thing. I cannot and do not want to imagine the fear, but there it is staring and it doesn't go away, and it shouldn't.  Dancing, as the gunshots mixed with the music, only when people fell…

    A rose in Provence against an old wall. Ready to bloom.             Rose petal tips.           Stand by me.             A midnight rose flooded…

  My latest purchase from the brocante. It was the first thing I saw, but I did not buy it until the end. As I was paying for it a couple came up and asked the dealer about the it,…

        The reason I haven't been writing much and posting so late at night is that we have started another project. Crazy, certainly. My mother would say, "I am burning the candle at both ends." Actually the…

    Since Chelsea lives in Paris I asked her to take some photos of the rising of the Seine. She took these on her daily run.                          …