Sweet Nest

I was walking the path to pick up Jane for lunch when I heard the voices of the school-children over the village walls. They were singi...

In Morocco a couple of weeks ago. We walked through an ancient yet alive city with a local guide. He shared his faith and his culture w...

Hello, Friends. Life has been busy and the blog often becomes a good intention. To be honest, I forget about it sometimes and am always su...

 It's rather incredible we've been here a year. So very much has happened, been accomplished, struggled through, and deeply enjoye...

I took this photo of my file-folder awhile back ... because I'm just so darn proud of it. We are in the middle of a visa renewal rig...

Jane overlooking Portofino, Italy 2015

Here it is, friends, here it is. In two months we say goodbye to Normandy and hello to a new adventure. Next stop? A little Provençal vill...

I love this photo of Pops and his Dad. Like the two of them, it says so much with out saying much at all. We were most blessed to have m...

 Easter Sunday is one of my favorite holidays. The celebration of Christ's resurrection, the newness and possibility of spring, the ch...

I used to think I wasn't a fan of change. But then, so many of my best decisions have elicited massive life alterations. Perhaps I a...

Pops and Me on top of the Arc de Triumph Before Christmas, we took a family train trip into Paris. In less than two hours, we are i...

 We are enjoying the last vestiges of the holiday season. The tree (which came with the rootball!), decorated with dried orange slices, ho...

I am so proud of Lucette and the friendship choices she has been making here. Such a worry and prayer of mine! She has two close girlfrien...

Did you know that church people and food go hand in hand? They do. What's more, church people are often very good gardeners ... and i...

Today, Peter and Lucette had la rentré scolaire  in  collegè  (middle school).  First days are always big. This seemed behemoth. And to be...