Welcome to My Paris Journal : Day 7 I lived a dream, my friends. I sauntered through a French market and feasted my eyes on things I’ve seen only in my dreams. But before I did, I sat comfortably on the wrong side of the track. Then boarded a train going in the opposite direction…
Silhouette in the morning, Jamaica
A few years ago, we wrote RV Adventure at the top of our family’s New Year’s goals list. We went RV hunting, toured a few, fell in love, then the pandemic chomped two years out of our lives and we went nowhere. Our address for the nightFinally, last year, we rented a Winnebago and went…
I think of each year as a large wicker basket, woven with strands of love, given to me to fill with intangible gifts. I think of each month, as a a garden-- one I walk through swinging my basket by my side and stopping in each month to fill it with moments and experiences …
The first time I tried ordering lunch in Italy last summer, my rudimentary Italian failed me. I had no clue what to say. I pointed to dishes of food behind the glass case and the woman serving me zoomed in on my finger and tried to match it to a dish. “Si?’ she asked, pointing…
I submitted my second manuscript to my agent, bought a house, and spent one month in Italy with my family. It was easy adjusting to the pace of life there, maneuvering the language is a story for another time. While I captured a few photos, there were moments that could not fit into the frame…