Mountains of Memories
Besides jotting down ideas for blogposts as they occur to me, I keep a pile of books to the left of my computer, ones that I’ve read but have not yet recorded on myreading blog.…
View PostBesides jotting down ideas for blogposts as they occur to me, I keep a pile of books to the left of my computer, ones that I’ve read but have not yet recorded on myreading blog.…
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…
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