Cheers!  Baubles are hung on the Christmas tree, pretty glass orbs reflecting the lights filtering in through the windows shooting co...

Dates and Figs  Long, narrow boats of Styrofoam holding dates packed in like sardines, head to toe, back to back, side by side squish...

Little Black Dress  My friend once dreamed of a black garden, black velvet woven through the green foliage. She planted roses and tulips...

Mrs. White in the Kitchen with the Knife  Just a tiny nick, a slice, a cut. One drop and two, a bead pearling on white porcelain, a dr...

 I love the cow. The cow gives us milk. And butter. And cheese. The cow goes moo.  An old bowl of sturdy plastic, the words in a neve...

Wet Behind the Ears  I arrived in France thirty years ago, the decision to leave one life behind and begin a new one impulsive, impetuo...

Coffee, Tea or Me?  I have always been a coffee drinker. Not that it didn't take me quite some time to develop a taste for it, ...