My Mother’s kitchen table. My Mother is a nuts and bolts kind of woman. Practical with no frills. Dust rag in one hand, and a plate of cookies in the other. Being busy doing is her best friend. The word…

                         My eighty-eight year old friend Annie, went to Lourdes with me. She is a trooper who goes with the flow. She is well-organized…even down to the toothpick she packed in our…

                                After months of living in a cute cracker-box studio in Paris, French husband and I found a large, bourgeois-style apartment by the Bastille. Since the rent was tres cher…

France celebrates the end of World War II on the 8th of May. Thirteen years ago, when we first arrived in the French village that we now live in, an elderly woman came to our door. She introduced herself as…

I am on my way to Lourdes to witness a miracle. If you would like me to put your name, and or special intention, in the water at Lourdes, please let me know and I will. Shelley, I am carrying…

                         When my children were little, we had a magical, organic, vegetable garden. We had tomatoes until December, green beans that made Jack-in-the-bean-stalk, look like any Tom-Dick-or-Harry-kind-of-ordinary-guy, and spinach that made Popeye,…