Photo: Breakfast dishes. My Mother knows in the morning what she is going to make for dinner. At seven a.m. list in hand she is at the…

    Glenn county, California during rice harvest. Golden hues, Indian summer,  Red sunsets, Farmers long days, Memories of my Father,  Now my brother. Harvest. At the first ray of light the farmer sets out for work, rice harvest is…

Until the candles melt away.   So I say Cassis the wrong way, it is not pronounced with the "s" at the end, like Paris is not pronounced with the "s" on the end. When I wrote about that yesterday…

      A bunch of little things from Paris to Provence.       18th century piece of red toile and a small catch tray. Some things I keep, most things I sell. That is the trade off… if…

When I married French Husband, left California and moved to France, I made a promise to myself that I would "go home" at least once a year for a month. As the years rolled on I had babies, and those…

The feast day of the Guardian Angels. When I was a child, and all the way through high school I said this prayer:   "Angel of God,my guardian dear,to whom God's love commits me here,ever this day,be at my sideto…