Under France: Facing Your Fears
My philosophy proves itself true all the time – every day has something valuable to offer. It can be a beautiful moment, information, a...
Under France: Hunting Truffles and More
The interlude in Provence and the Cote d’Azur over the new year holidays, was bright and refreshing, to be sure. Like a brand new bee, I...
Letters from France: How I Moved to France and Found True Love
How I Moved to France and Found True Love. The Long Run. Outside: A Cautionary Tale. I flip my little gem over and over, examining its...
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...
