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
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
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...
The Joy of International Relations (Or Just Getting Real) at Henry’s Smokehouse
It’s a good thing that this pig in a dress was wearing her tiara this week. It might not have been obvious to the plaster swine by the door or to the real live people sitting at stools, enjoying barbecue sandwiches and ribs and banana pudding, but something...
Check Out Becky’s Books
The Holy Éclair: Signs and Wonders from an Accidental Pilgrimage
French By Heart: An American Family’s Adventures in La Belle France
What’s a Nice God Like You Doing in a Place Like This? A COMPLETELY UNORTHODOX DEVOTIONAL GUIDE
