A 19th century painting of, "The Way They Were…" Time moves on and holds still. What will be remembered of us ? * Mem’ries,Like the corners of my mindMisty water-colored memoriesOf the way we wereScattered pictures,Of the smiles we left…

19th-century Provencal Santons The clay santons were not in the crèche. Worn from wear, but still holding on to their humble offerings, they were carelessly abandoned into a basket. Who would have guessed, that their starring role as “little saints,”…

Smell the Roses Several years ago I would have passed the car with the trailer, with a blink of an eye. That was before I made the New Year’s resolution to SLOW DOWN. Slow was my speed and noticing life…

                                                            French Wine Glass The sound of glass breaking on the tile floor; it is a sound that says a…

What's the beauty in Poubelle? Poubelle, means garbage in French.   When my cousin Julie, came to visit us in France, she commented to my husband that the French language had beautiful sounding words for mundane objects. Take the word…

Collections The little things I have collected, that have no real value on their own, due to a chip, or a crack or a tear…Instead of throwing the defaulted bits and pieces away, or disregarding them to a chest of…