trente un goûts

There was a packing house at one time. I still recall the big white wood building, similar to a barn. I don’t recall when they tore it down. But I remember it was near the railroad tracks and still recall the oranges being cut in half and bleeding.   To this day, I can’t resist … More trente un goûts

Trente Expressions

Sitting in the airport lounge contemplating the adventure ahead, you can never really predict how things will come out. Like Forest Gump says, you don’t really know what you’re going to get. It’s appropriate that the end of the Jewish calendar coincides with our arrival in France. The end of another chapter and start on … More Trente Expressions

Vingt Neuf jours en février pour une année bissextile

One step forward two steps back. This dance I perfected this year hasn’t gotten old; upon closer reflection, perhaps I added a spin or two. Yes, I am prone to exaggeration, but the first year of 366 days comes to a close and Rosh Hashanah is approaching, teasing me to make resolutions offer apologies. Before … More Vingt Neuf jours en février pour une année bissextile

Vingt-sept club

I had never been so cold in my life. A friend had checked-in on me, in the dead of winter, and asked how I was dealing with it. Technically it was not much different than I had experienced in Northern California; other than the snow flurries, but I was relieved when she admitted that Paris … More Vingt-sept club

La duchesse de Bourgogne est morte à Vingt cinq ans

Racing with the sun, the time moved faster despite the additional daylight hours and I struggled to finish the last of my small home projects before the visitor season began. Wrestling with my granny cart to fill the house with supplies so that no time was wasted during their visit was no easy task. The last of the painting … More La duchesse de Bourgogne est morte à Vingt cinq ans