Todd and I were having dinner outside at the Knick. We had picked up Dad after work for a Friday fish fry. (I had salmon.) It was a beautiful summer evening in Milwaukee. The waiter had poured some wine into our glasses and Dad had poured his O’Doul’s. A political debate began simmering at the [...]
I heard the song of the cicadas outside my window and remembered the day we left Paradou. Jean Pierre held one between his fingers and told us how they live underground for seven years before emerging to life in that area of France. That's how long it took me to write Conversations with Dad, [...]
La lune filled our hotel room with light in the night--it was the perfect ending to our visit to the city of lights where the sun doesn't set until 10:00 pm. I woke up craving the apricot tart I had seen in Avignon on Sunday. (If anyone knows a good recipe, please send it.) We [...]
It was hard to say au revoir to Paradou...I hugged Jean-Pierre and Mireille at least three times each (I can't help myself) along with the appropriate bisous, and then they stood at the driveway and waved goodbye just like my parents used to do. There was no need to worry about finding good food at [...]
Incredible meal with friends. Windows, doors and paths spotted in Arles. How many times does red appear...? ❤️🙋🏻🍷👠 💋
Everywhere I looked was a picture...Partout où j'ai regardé, une photo.
Red seems to be my theme here.
The sun's just out. We're settling in. It's 12:30pm, we made coffee in the room with cream. (Todd made it :).) I know it's late for morning coffee but we finished dinner at 11:00 pm! I'm excited for the day and sitting by the window. I opened Mom's little Bible I brought along with me [...]
I don't have many meltdowns, do I? Todd, mumbled something which I couldn't make out. I remembered my dad before a family vacation. I was always certain that our trip would be cancelled but it never was. Now I understood. Leaving one life—even for a short while—for another, is hard when it means saying goodbye [...]
We're 23 minutes ahead of schedule, there is light outside the airplane windows and before long we will be landing in Paris. We decided to fly to the City of Lights before we knew Sam would need surgery. I pushed through the final stretches of work, fitting in a hair appointment and a few other [...]
Not According to Plan 