When I arrive home the first thing I do is kiss my mom, and admire the home she has always carefully created. Then I eat a cookie because my mom always has homemade cookies in the house. And usually I…

  My bag is packed. Ticket in hand. Ready to go.

  Thank you for bearing with me. Between Annie's death, friends and family visiting, preparing to leave for California to see my family, I haven't had the head space to think straight.  The backside of a rose is also lovely.…

                         Repost from 2007 Yesterday I called home to confirm to my parents our flight information. My little nieces and nephew were there. I had already bought gifts to bring for them,…

I forgot to mention in yesterday photos of Chelsea and Mr. Espresso, that Alice, my Australian friend's daughter is in France. Alice is doing an internship in Paris. She arrived three days ago and will stay four months.  This afternoon we…