The morning pours through the windows of my Godmother’s home. It is going to be a beautiful day. How many of you can say you slept on a porch, in a flower bed? You see I wasn’t joking, my Godmother…

Trust the hands of friendship that come your way… The giving and receiving,  the gentle and the strong. The hand that asks you to hold on, and the one that helps you to let go. Be the loving hand that…

Being back in my childhood home my thoughts turn around family, and the life I had when I lived here. The familiar objects tell me stories I do not hear in France, nor do they share the same meaning. I…

                Within each of us, there is a dream wanting to wake up and become real, tangible, whole, and complete. Within each of us, there is a past, present, and future in collaboration with the…

Photos listed below taken by my dear friend G. Hutter, while with French husband hiking to towards the Sunrise at Mont Viso, Italy. Every summer, actually every chance French Husband can take, he is either roping down a deep dark…

The upside down glass is neither half full, nor half empty. It waits for someone to turn it over, fill it up, and drink heartily from it. Life pours out like a waterfall through an open faucet. Begging us not…