We are in Willows, back to the nest. Yann, Sacha, Chelsea, Martin and I. The fire is burning, the cookies are being made, the motorcycles are going around and around, the children are in and out of…

  Leaving is never easy. It is a fact that I cannot change no matter how many times I say goodbye. It is what it is. I am fortunate to be able to come as often as I do, and…

  This time is different. This time coming back it doesn't feel like the other times. When I got off the plane I felt like I was home. The only thing missing were those I love that do not live…

  Several years ago my five younger nieces started cutting their beautiful thick hair, Molly had hers cut to chin level. As my hair was short at the time, and hadn't been long since my late twenties, I came up…

    As the last rays streamed down creating a masterpiece on the still water of the canal I was was transfixed on how an ordinary canal running behind my mother's home became a work of art. The canal's dirt…