What Happens When You Eavesdrop on the Subway

What Happens When You Eavesdrop on the Subway

I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. Or maybe I did. Either way, my Nosey Nancy self got herself a gift last week on vacation and my brain is still turning it over, examining it, chuckling over the wonder of it, and rationalizing my habit of bumping into things because I...
Stepping into Paintings– Treasures I Found There

Stepping into Paintings– Treasures I Found There

Do you know this chair? You may recognize it as Van Gogh’s, a chair with his pipe and tobacco on the seat, his distinctive signature on the box behind it. But when I look at it, I see a love story- for him and for me! Well that’s dramatic, Becky. It is!...
Knocking on My Own Door

Knocking on My Own Door

Meet my old friend Marianne. I found her at a flea market back when we lived in France and named her Marianne, after the beautiful woman you see all over France- on French stamps and as busts in town halls, reminding everyone of liberty and equality and fraternity. I...
Muddy Knees

Muddy Knees

Flickr photo by mcmrbt, creative commons As I remember it, she was around 19 or 20, about my age at the time, and as she led us through the military cemetery at Colleville-sur-Mer, France, past the thousands of crosses to my grandfather’s grave, I sort of wished...