Winter's Content
little market, little man, and a little soup
The Needle Club
It was the rabbit lady who asked that we meet on Fridays, because she is the chief of an enterprise, the rabbit slaughterhouse, and that...
One Summer Day in the Dordogne
You asked for poetry from me the other day. I looked, but I can’t find any inside my head. I’ve been preoccupied with making the most of...
Dear Larry
Dear Larry, I wonder if you realize how important your enthusiastic messages of support are to me? I run out of similar messages inside...
Under France: The Small World of Truffles
The year has begun exceptionally well. The weeks after Christmas can feel like a sinkhole – holiday enthusiasms turn ugly upon opening...
