My refrigerator is tucked beneath a two-burner stove top. In a prior life, it might have been a college beer fridge, but if you look inside this refrigerator, you will find a slab of butter, a half pot of jam,… Read More ›
retirement abroad
Please, don’t touch the produce
It was thrilling, and completely unexpected: to meet someone who so obviously hated Pat and liked me. This never happens. Except here in France. With a certain produce vendor. This was years ago, and we were staying on Ile Saint… Read More ›
The World In Between 