A. BOMB. IN. PARIS.
The news came as I stirred blueberries, white wine, and sugar into a syrup for the bread pudding baking in the oven.
Just last night, Zahara joined me in the kitchen. She broke the baguette into pieces as I mixed the custard. Now, she is sitting in the living room, announcing…
You know that saying:
“It’s not the destination, it’s the journey?”
I lived that maxim today.
We left the apartment for Monument à la République, however, the three-mile journey unveiled treasures I did not foresee.
At the Jardin Villemin, a group of young students, dressed in white, practiced their gold instruments, giving a sense that…
Middle baby dressed in blue
One kid had a headache, the other was asleep, and our middle child was dressed in blue and ready to go.
We walked to ARTISANS BOULANGERS PATISSIERS, and I ordered breakfast in the worst French.
“Good job,” the woman said in her best English.
“English is a sweet language,” she continued.…
After a long week of traveling—
A night with my cousin and family in Acworth, Georgia gave birth to new memories: sunset and a chat on the deck, takeout and red wine, darkness and fireflies blinking between pine trees.
Zuri created this silly game and they played it for hours. Love listening to them laugh!!
A…
“I hope tomorrow is a better day for you,”
Ontonio said in his smooth and steady voice.
It’s night time.
I’m tired. It’s been a long day.
A long week.
The car light cuts through the dark,
passing one mile marker after another,
taking me home but not quickly enough.
I usually love long car…
I have a secret to share:
This blog is my HAPPY place.
It’s not that I haven’t written
because I haven’t been happy,
It’s just that I’ve been… well…
Writing a book proposal
has had my head
in all sorts of business knots,
so much so that
the creative writing
part of my brain went…