Letters from France: Walking Peace
The church belfry is a hundred meters from the garret window. I watch the community of little brown birds that nestle against the...
Letters from France: Getting to Know You
He is slim as a cigarette, with white skin, and black hair. His eyes are blue, the whites very white. From his lower lip to his neck, he...
Letters from France: Return to a Happy Place
My move back to southwest France met some, let's call them administrative, challenges. I knew to expect to expect hurdles, because I’d...
The Army Behind You
Letter to a Friend Battling Cancer, an Excerpt: My darling girl, look at what you have overcome. You have all the skills to fight,...
