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…

                A few years ago I went to the Azores to the island of Terceira.  My family has its roots there, in fact our ancestry can be traced back to the 13th century. I was…

                A peek into my home. Flea market style. The run down. Pair of armchairs found on the street, recovered with an old green bed cover. The picture frames are new, the engravings inside are…