When Life Gives You Lemons. . .
Okay, that’s a deceptive title. No need for lemonade-making here at the moment, except that we have an imminent departure of a beloved visitor on our horizon and she’s heading to that Land Where Lemons…
View PostOkay, that’s a deceptive title. No need for lemonade-making here at the moment, except that we have an imminent departure of a beloved visitor on our horizon and she’s heading to that Land Where Lemons…
View PostIf you’ve been peeking at my Instagram feed, you might know that I’ve been in Portland, Oregon this week. Pater had meetings here, and I accompanied him in anticipation of playing flâneuse — and getting…
View PostIn the French classes I’ve been taking, students give a ten-minute presentation on a subject of their choice. Last week, two students presented, and one of those focused on the artist Amadeo Modigliani. Accompanied by…
View PostStill dark outside as I put the last touches on this post and get ready to publish it. I’m sitting on the couch, a wool blanket tucked over my legs as the room gradually warms…
View PostI’m always surprised and gratified and fascinated and ever so grateful to this community when I post something tentative and somewhat vulnerable, when I’m thinking out loud, as it were — and then, as with…
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