Christmas Eve. Home. Gabriel set the table. Martin and Chelsea prepared dinner. Yann entertained the baby. I sat by the table admiring how beautiful Christmas unfolded. Not as I imagined it a month ago, but it surpassed my expectations and…

My grandmother Amaro said to the five-year-old me while we were sitting in her car that spiritual love was stronger than physical love. She told me this because I had asked her if she died, how would I know that…

There is a common practice amongst smokers in France. As soon as they walk outside they light up. Inhale as their life depends on it. When every tobacco leaf is burned they deposed their cigarette where they stand. Disgusting. Today,…

Be the wings.    

Sainte Barbe and the Christmas Wheat Repost from year's ago.             On December 4th, the feast of Sainte Barbe, the first Provençal Christmas tradition, takes place in France.     Growing wheat.       First, you…

Girl Dancing for her teddy bear, Paris, 1961. Photograph by Philippe le Tellier   Today I was to have a long-awaited rendezvous with a reputed pulmonologist in Marseille. Forty-eight hours ago, I had an acute asthmatic attack and had to…