I’ve decided to start blogging. I ’m not really sure why. Maybe it’s a way to talk to those of you who’ve tried calling me without...

"Diving'" by Fredrik Brodén This year has taken away people I have loved. Friends I thought would be with me longer. The longing for them is not dramatic. It ´s everyday. It comes up when I’m about to make a call. It arises when I hear a laugh that sounds familiar, when I think “I must tell them this” and realize I can’t. Or when someone rings the doorbell and I briefly think “It’s probably him.” But it’s not. I have seen friends struggle. Family struggle. Friends afflicted

I’m planning for Christmas in Causses Et Veyran. In the past, when the children were small, I threw myself headfirst into December as if the holiday carried some secret magic that I could uncover if I just tried hard enough. But the older the children grew, the more the Grinch in me emerged. That laconic voice that sighs at unnecessary efforts and questions all the glitter. I’ve simply struggled with holidays.One year, my entire Christmas decoration consisted of a chime, a po

Fernard Fonssagrives "Nip Up" Lisa Fonssagrives Penn. Silvergelatin There’s so much talk about aging as something we’re supposed to fight. We should “stay young,” “stay fresh,” and preferably pretend that time doesn’t touch us. But perhaps aging is actually our greatest freedom. Because somewhere along the way, something liberating happens. It comes quietly, around the same time you start reading the shampoo bottle with your arms fully stretched out. By then you suddenly real

Can you almost fall in love? I don’t think so. You either do, or you don’t. Love with the Bodyguard struck like lightning but grew slowly, winding. Food and art once brought people together; now I write to give shape to grief, to beauty. Birds remind me of that balance — physics and miracle, mystery and freedom. They move between worlds, guided by stars. You see, one is in love with them. Not almost.

Pamela Hanné - "Wranglers and Wild spririts. Giddy up!" Some years pass without leaving a mark. This wasn’t one of them. It´s been...

I am fascinated by hands. In fact, I probably always have been, but since I tend to be late with most things, it’s only now that I truly...

Grand Opening June 22nd Summer has arrived in our little French village, Causses-et-Veyran.  The heat like a wall, the cicadas running at...

My art Gallery in a French village / by Marie Nicolas Guérin So now I can add a new title to my CV, “Blogger.” Nice and simple. You...

It’s summer in Causses et Veyran . My  first summer in 35 years without my bodyguard by my side. To stay grounded, I keep myself busy...