An old-fashion rose from my garden. Blooming again! After yesterday’s overwhelming response to my post, I am at lost for words. I am never at lost for words. Who would have guessed, that a pink sweater costing 6 euros and…

A collection of nineteen-century French lockets. Holding on to memories that no longer have names. One has a locket of hair behind the image. Where do you keep your memories? French antique broken detail on a frame, that reflects beauty…

Pompeii: *He prayed. As we walked along the silent streets of Pompeii, history unfolded around us. Sacha was a wealth of information, telling me facts that haunted me more than the above figure. "Look, the man was praying." I said…

"Mommy, do I have the right to kiss a girl?" Sacha asked me with a semi-hopeful look, on his sweet little boy-boy face. "The right, to kiss a girl? Is there a wrong way to kiss a girl?" Teasingly I…

MALTA was our second port of call. Costa Romantica was the name of our cruise liner. (My children swear I picked the boat for its name. Duh, isn’t that how its done?) Doesn’t it look out of place? Like a…

Last week my family went on a cruise to Tunisia, Malta, and Naples. In the Souk (market place) in Tunisia, there were stalls upon stalls of every imaginable thing for sale. Colors, texture and *hecklers call to you, tempting you…