Yesterday we spent the day with our friends Laurie-Annya and Ian. A wonderful day just hanging out in Cassis the time went by happily as we recharged our batteries, danced on the square, went out on the blue sea, and…

When I was a teenager I found box of baby girl clothes tucked away in the hallway closet. I asked my mother who they belong to but before she could respond I already knew the answer. Those baby clothes had been…

  I love when people send me photos of what they have created or used the old paper that I have sold or given to them. "Corey,  Well, after years of having those wonderful French papers you gave me, I…

    I wonder how my mother is? How does she do it? How does she not complain or at least feel sad about how her life has changed. But no.  Recalling her daily ritual those little ordinary things that…

   All those little things that say something that words fail to, or actions deny. All those little things that let us know that the moment is right, that we are on to something good, that it is okay, that…

    While threading the needle to sew Sacha's worn jeans I asked Annie if she had any tender memories of living during World War II? If there was any light in that dark passage. Anything that reminded her of…