Alice is leaving tomorrow. I am sad. After one month I have come to know someone who I feel I have loved since they day I met her mother. I met Cheryl (Alice's mother) when I was Alice's age…

Photos and Text by: Corey Amaro Painting Paris. Painting France. The vivid colors of day to day life mixed in with the fantasy and history. The stuff of dreams: Golden baguette, blue shutter, red checked cloth, a dab of red…

Love feast!       A favorite poem of Alice's: By e.e. cummings. I Carry Your Heart:   ‘i carry your heart’ by E.E. Cummings i carry your heart with me (i carry it inmy heart) i am never without it…

      What is this space? How is it measured? If I close my eyes and let the silence and stillness grow around me,  Let it become arms that hold me, transport me. Then the distance, the unmeasurable space…

  The French brocante is my happy place. My heart literally leaps when I see the stands. French Husband knows to stop the car and let me get out, before he goes to park it.  My feet carry me to…

We have been in Vars skiing, snuggling, drinking chocolate and wine and watching it snow. And did it snow.  This morning French Husband shoveled the car out of the snow as I stared at the road ahead, "Honey I don't…