This evening in France, all over France, in every village, town, and city, is the Fete de la Musique—a celebration to herald the beginning of summer that started in 1982. Anyone anywhere is encouraged to play, sing or listen to…

Some people are just rude. Their rudeness cannot be overshadowed even when you are kind to them. Maybe they do not seem rude to their friends, but most likely, their friends are rude too. Perhaps not one hundred percent rude,…

  French texture… After thirty-five years, married to a Frenchman, having children, doing business, and living in France, I have lived longer in France than in my native homeland California by five years. I could ask myself: "How does it feel…

Dang, that is a long time, and still, my French is far from perfect, and I do not write it at all. Thankfully, the language of love is perfect in its imperfection. Last night while we were having dinner at…

      To welcome the year, we decided we would dip into the sea, a renewal, a baptism, a fresh start… Or, as my mother said, "Don't call me if you are sick tomorrow; you are crazy! You are…