Early morning walks from the cottage in January as the light is coming on earlier day by day.
travel
Any day a holiday
Knowing we had it good then but not realizing how much.
Happiness is easy
That jig-saw view of life taken apart, put back together.
We are in the south of France now
It is this time, I think to myself on the couch, that I will want to keep with me forever.
The red thread
All the store fronts had their hours posted but it didn’t matter because I couldn’t for the life of me remember what day it was. The names shrank away when I focused on the letters and returned no results. And… Read More ›
That last Christmas in Cork
Reposting the story of the Christmas we spent in West Cork, 2016. We debated what to do with the uneaten ham. It was impractical to stuff it in the car with all our things, tacky to leave it behind for… Read More ›
Letters and passageways (4): Cathar country
This is a series of rewritten journal entries from the summer I spent in the south of France, the first entry here. Allanah and Gregory seem to me a bit bats. It’s more Allanah with her self-taught fortune telling, Gregory’s… Read More ›
