It’s been awhile since I’ve written. Although here in Charlottesville we haven’t had the scorching weather of other places, it’s still too hot to do much outdoors. Then today, I found a note on my phone—a journal entry if you… Read More ›
Life in Paris
A Story of Needlepoint and Vermeer
I saw my first Vermeer when I was around ten-years-old. It came together over the course of countless months as I watched my grandmother needlepoint a myriad of colors stitch by stitch into a piece that she christened My Little… Read More ›
Zen and the Art of Travel
It’s Saturday, April 1st and my grandson, Jack, is about to board a plane. Pat and I flew ahead last weekend. We are waiting for him on the other side. In Paris. Our apartment is set up. Our jet lag… Read More ›
Home
We had just crossed the border from Spain into France last month when Pat sighed and said, “It’s nice to be back home.” It was, to my mind, an odd thing for him to say. I think of Pat as… Read More ›
From Seville to Paris: A story of pain
We’ve been in Seville for nearly 3 weeks. It’s a trip we had planned before we took back our apartment in Paris. An example of a trip, Pat pointed out during our pre-lease-signing negotiations, that won’t happen once we have… Read More ›
The World In Between 