Tenderly it begins the first signs of love. Then with freshness, flattery and infatuation, (and a few thorns,) it continues. As time goes on the petals open wide, and give way. The fragrance is intoxicating. Love know no bounds. Photo:…

                 There is a calm after a storm, A place where the ground is tender and bares our footprints. Where raindrops wait on petals, delicately, like a diamond from nature. There is a place after…

Photo: Artwork for sale in my friend’s shop "Aussandon," in Aubagne. My Mother told me two things when she met French husband: 1) The way to that man’s heart is through his stomach, bake cookies! 2) He loves adventure, so…

This is freedom. To be who you are where you are, and not be afraid. To be able to dream and pursue tomorrow. Trusting today. Photo:  A child leans on her courage and sees the way. (A statue in Marseille.)

                                        When I was expecting my first child, my Belle Mere (Mother in law,) gave me a dozen, antique, pristine, hand-made, white cotton chemises for the baby-to-be.…

                 Ah ha! Look Shelley look, a flow blue salt cellar! My friend Shelley who collects flow blue, asked me to bring her a salt cellar the next time I went back to California. Never…