I want to save it (a short story from St. Lourbès)

Tu veux montrer l’oiseau à ton père? la mère a dit à son enfant.   You want to show your father the bird? the mother said to her child.   A small child led his father by the hand. They walked into the garage and toward a small cardboard box. The father picked up the... Continue Reading →


My fingernails preferred France

My hair did not like France. The water was very hard, and my thick curls were in a constant tangle. I finally figured out that I could rip through it with my comb while it was dry just before taking a shower, which minimized the frustration. Prior to that, however, I would basically threaten to... Continue Reading →

Je ne sais rien

December 13, 2015 ~ Phoenix, Arizona I begin this piece from a hotel near the Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport. Early the following morning, my new husband and I will rise in the dark to begin an only slightly belated honeymoon, thanks to the generous donation of miles and financial hugs from many friends and family. This will be my second honeymoon... Continue Reading →


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