Sacha’s friend Fabrice looked at the balls on our dining room table. He passed a strange look at me, and then he leaned in close to Sacha and whispered, “C’est normal que ta mère ait des boules de canon sur…

Baby rattles are not practical for someone who doesn’t have a baby and is half as old as they are, if not more. Yet, when I saw them, I wanted them. “I could make them into a charm bracelet!” That…

Rain and Snow do not happen often in the South of France, but when it does, it does so with vengeance, like a mad dog after a sneaky cat. Since yesterday morning it has continuously done one or the other;…

                 Grandmother often said to me that she felt young, not one day older than a child! That the thoughts she had or the feelings she felt seemed to be basically the same as when…

An American Rooster sets up in France and starts cock-A-doodling in French! When my Mother was 13, she made this little yellow pot-holder rooster. The delicate black stitches have remained straight and even. The button eye has kept its twinkle;…

Porcelain Flowers                                          With painted on petals. Yester years memories Broken Chipped and cracked, Wilted leaves, Blooms without any fragrance. Except in the hearts of those who…