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...
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...
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...
