the Name Game . . .
I suspect there are not many 7 or 8-year old birthday parties these days that feature the memory game. It was a staple when I did that circuit, over half a century ago. Ten or…
View PostI suspect there are not many 7 or 8-year old birthday parties these days that feature the memory game. It was a staple when I did that circuit, over half a century ago. Ten or…
View PostA bronze grasshopper leaps through my peripheral vision. Instantly, I see its green ancestor, through a gap between small fingers, a peephole into the rosy darkness of a cupped young hand — one of my…
View PostI can hardly stand it! We are staying in the renovated and professionally and charmingly decorated 300-year old farmhouse which old walking friends run as a Chambre d’hôte in the Loire departement of France. Almost…
View PostAlthough this is, obviously, a post on Paris travels, and it includes references to my history with/in the city, it’s not the one I referred to in my last post. The promised post to come…
View PostThe Lily-of-the-Valley is blooming in my garden, another plant that originally came from my parents’ garden. And before that garden, my Mom grew it in each of the other two homes they lived in, back…
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