Le Protest

  The national past time in France.  The gathering of the motorcycles was massive, cordial even festive.  Terrible for traffic but quite the show for sitting at a sidewalk cafe on a Sunday afternoon.

Paris aujourd’hui


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.

Ce petit cadeau


Francois’ card with his gift from the Flea Market in Paris.

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Mrs. ‘Arris


I loved reading the Mrs. ‘Arris series when I was a child.   Continue reading “Mrs. ‘Arris”

A Moveable Feast


“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”

Finding Beauty

Walking down State Street in Lake Oswego, a community south of Portland, I happened to see several fleur de lis on the buildings.wp-1460043288120.jpg

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My Korean Daughter


Men have run my life forever.   Continue reading “My Korean Daughter”