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…

           Two windows stood in a corner, without curtains. The two windows opened up to the same view. Yet each looked out and saw life differently. photo: A room with a double view.

           If a strand of thread does not have a knot at the end, the lace will unravel.               Seeing the good in everything is not always easy for me. When I need…

             Hearts for sale. On brick walls, In odd places, at a price you can afford. Love is where you find it. photo: Vintage heart wearing its crown of glory.

The butterfly didn’t believe he was carved in stone, as he flew away to follow his dreams. photo: Butterflies at the Basilique du Sacre Coeur de Montmarte.