How many hilltop villages does it take before I stop gasping at the sight of them? How many villages have I said I could live here? How many empty old homes are there in the French and Italian countryside? The…

    Last week I was at the Park with this Cupcake. Was it cold? Yes! Why isn’t she wearing gloves? Well, if you have ever tried to put gloves on a child you know why.

Italy – In a tucked away place, far from the maddening crowd, down a long narrow road, snugged in the homeland of a friend’s family who has asked me to come to be a sounding board as she creates a…

The few trees that remain on the path by our home create a crown for the sun.  

    The word tablespoon is worn off my Mother's measuring spoons; this is another indicator of how much my Mother cooks. This love language of hers is shared homemade generosity and measured in heaps. The tattered loved-worn cookbook is…

  Stepping back from wearing black was a challenge. Black is comfortable, it goes with any moment, dress up, dress to blend in, or disappear in the crowd. My wardrobe was 95 percent black. Nearly a year ago, I put…