Observe. Observe. And Then Observe Some More.

Observe. Observe. And Then Observe Some More.

I already miss the cafes. I just returned from a trip to Paris and am yearning to just stroll down to a café to sit and observe life. The French have taken people-watching to a new art form, with the cafes designed to look out at the street life, not hidden away...

My Summer of Allowing

It started with Paris. I woke up one day with the thought “I need to go to Paris”. It seemed like a lovely idea, and also a slightly audacious one. I shared it with my daughter, who said “Well then…why not?” I laughed at the idea that I could just pick up and go – and...

Taking It All In

Years ago, after my beloved Bernese Mountain dog, Tess, died, I swore I wouldn’t get another dog until it felt right. Sometime after that self-pronouncement, a psychic, unasked, told me that Tess was still sleeping next to my side of the bed and would be there until...