Sharon Santoni’s book on French style is a delight.
My Son, the Factory Worker
When the phone rang yesterday afternoon, I couldn’t have been more delighted. I recognized the number immediately – it was my 18-year old son calling from Europe. The last time we talked, he was fresh off 20 long hours of travel. He was weary, but excited to find himself overseas again. He was ready to […]
Roses. Monday. Complaint Department is OPEN.
It’s Monday. It’s really Monday. So the Complaint Department is open for business again. Here. Now. And then I have to get on with sorting out the umpteen messes of the past few hours and the weekend. How about you? Kids, by any other name, would smell as sweet Okay. Maybe it’s roses. Maybe it’s […]
If I close my eyes so I may dream. . .
If I close my eyes to dream, I must fill the empty pages. If I close my eyes to dream, I journey to Paris where I am invisible, and I am seen. I make my way to the Seine, I walk along its quais and through its crowds, I wander north,through jostling neighborhoods toward home, […]