Feed your soul and your heart will rejoice.

My friend deals with vintage fabrics: silks, cottons, printed linens, boutis, and tapestries. She piles them in heaps in the back of her van. She goes wherever there is an antique market; Avignon, Béziers, Lyon or Montpellier, once there she…

                I like to pretend I am a matchmaker. I like the idea of bringing two people together and having their hearts wake up in love.                 I love the…

                Stories collected, memories gathered, thoughts that keep me going on dark days. The patterns in the sky, the unfolding of hearts, life in the monastery and how I learned to pray while cooking. Stories…

My Grandmother left the Azores when she was fourteen. She traveled to America with her Aunt and Uncle, arriving at Ellis Island. Then she took a train to Wisconsin and worked as a servant in someone’s home. Months later, when…

The Azores. Volcanic islands. My son Sacha standing on a road lined with lava stone. Thank you for the gazillion wonderful responses! Many of you guessed pumice stone, or bed warmer, or fishing weight, or candle stick holder, maybe somewhere…