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You know you are in Provence when you see red-tiled roofs, lavender fields, sunflowers with poppies waving their last farewell, bouillabaisse sharing hints of garlic and saffron, served first with a Pastis, painted shutters in almond green and sky blue, and faded sunshine (if there is such a season in Provence!),...
The items we hold on to may not always be the most valuable, but they hold a special place in our hearts. I have my dad's old tee shirt, my children's baby teeth, a holy water font from my grandparents' bed, and Annie's beret... Each of these items is a thread in the fabric of our story, transporting me back in time.
This part of a poem by Lucille Cliffton struck me—it went right on in and brought a moist feeling to my eyes. I know, I know, and I am rock-solid, certain you know, too, that it does not matter what labels others try to stick on you; ultimately, our own...
Leonie is an old French name that is regaining popularity. It means "Lioness." Our friend's son recently named their newborn daughter Leonie, and in France, the second syllable is more pronounced.
Secondly, my daughter's prenom-first name is, "CHELSEA." My Father-in-law, a man of very few words, let alone English ones, said to me at her birth: "Chelsea is, "Sea-Shell, backwards, non?"
The French pronounce CH as SH, my daughter's name, therefore, is pronounced, "Shel-sea".
I believed that somewhere, beyond my imagination, there existed a place where we were free to love and be loved in peace. Somewhere inside ourselves is a seed of eternal goodness, untarnished, vibrant, steadfast to the everlasting universe of love. Life cannot be this haunting darkness carving a path that leads to division. We...
Railings are everywhere in France. Everywhere. They adorn everything—various sizes, intricate to plain Janes, straight-lace to curvy. Made of iron, they are made to last. I bet you could go to any part of France, Stand in one spot, pivot around, and you would find an iron railing. As I said, they are everywhere; look at these as if they...
When my children were little, we had a magical, organic vegetable garden. We had tomatoes until December, green beans that made Jack-in-the-Bean-Stalk look like any Tom Dick or Harry kind of ordinary guy and spinach that made Popeye green with envy. Our garden was the talk of the neighborhood.
Chelsea left home at 17 to go to University, and Sacha left home to have a gap year right after high school graduation. The house was uncomfortably quiet. The milk carton in the fridge was full, the toilet paper roll was intact, and the laundry basket- was empty. How strange the things were when they both were away... and they never were...
The two pickles are staying with me (Yann is sailing with a friend) while Chelsea and Martin prepare to move from Paris to Provence.
Our little town has sixteen fountains; most are from the 19th century. The water is from a natural spring, so the sixteen fountains were dry for the last few years...
I posted daily on my Instagram stories from several young Palestinians and other Gazan journalists I have followed since October 7th. If you want to know more, maybe you are not seeing what is happening since outside reporters are not allowed by Israel into Gaza.
Mohammed and his family are living on their own...
I’ve been very quiet on social media lately but a lot has been going on. And I can’t wait to share more with you. After 12 years of living in the heart of Paris, our Parisian chapter is coming to an end. I am feeling so many mixed emotions. I truly love...
1) Find a song you like. Listen to it and feel how it moves you, guides you, sets you on fire.
2) Practice singing. Everywhere you go and in the moments throughout your day. A love song needs to be heard it doesn't matter if it is out of tune, or not on the top ten list. It's your...
Living life on a pendulum signifies the three distinct points - one at each far end, and the middle point. Embracing life at the far ends of the pendulum creates a sense of black and white thinking, where things are viewed in extremes and absolutes. It's a perspective that lacks nuances and differences. Being in the middle of the pendulum embraces...
Learning about French history and culture through antiques is one of the reasons I love the brocante.
Today, I had the pleasure of meeting Teresa and her daughter Abby. Abby asked me to plan a mini French la Vie day to surprise her mother since she knew she had read my blog for at least 15 years. It is always a pleasure...
Creative power is a mighty force when unleashed; one way or another, it has its way of igniting us, and the flame can set fire for others to do the same and discover their own creative force.
Those of you who know my friend Mo at Rêves D'argile know you cannot leave her studio empty-handed. And if you are invited to share a...
When we repeatedly ask 'why,' we can delve deeper into a question. If we continue to ask, we can eventually get to the root of the issue and, from there, understand the source and the truth or be in awe of the mystery.
As a child, Sacha, like other curious children, would ask 'why' about almost everything. He wouldn't be satisfied with...
Child’s play. Is the best way for children to learn
»Let us play. »
But, we adults try to teach or encourage with our ideas which are needed at times Though, it is so important to let children experience on their own when the environment is safe to do so.
