To be young, to be in love, and to be in Paris.
He once asked me, “When you were a little girl, did you ever think that you would be strolling down the Champs-Elysees?”
With a huge smile of wonder and amazement, I shook my head and answered, “Not really”.
Today, years later, I stroll the Champs-Elysees, alone with memories of the man who gave me Paris.
It is a beautiful day and I am happy to be here.
I loved reading the Mrs. ‘Arris series when I was a child. Continue reading “Mrs. ‘Arris”
“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” Ernest Hemingway to a friend, 1950. Continue reading “A Moveable Feast”
Walking down State Street in Lake Oswego, a community south of Portland, I happened to see several fleur de lis on the buildings.
Men have run my life forever. Continue reading “My Korean Daughter”