A Homeschool Story

  Cher/Dear Ami(e)/Friend, It is Christmas morning, le matin de Noël in France, and all is quiet and doux. The title to "Silent Nig...

  Dah-dum-dum-dum (here comes the bride)...wrong song for France. It was in fact, "We were in Paris, to get away from your parents,...

    It has been a week of work and drives. No, it has been two weeks of working and driving. No wonder I am feeling fresh as a May daffodil....

Sometimes you care and sometimes you just don't. When knitters cast on a new knitting project, we exist in a dream zone, a lull in time,...

Because, even though you have counted yourself lucky not to have ever done this up thus far in your life, miraculously, (what are our chance...

What began as a "sure, it might be great to share what I know with local students," soon became, "wait, what have I gotten my...

This is from a post begun months ago. I could not quite conceive of how to begin to suddenly write about the profession of interpreting on m...

Landlocked no more! I am on a beach, sand under my feet, with the water within reach, salt droplets spraying my face once again. It is unwor...

"We" includes a team; the one with the condition or injury, the ones suffering because of the injury (affected and affected's ...

Now offering a new series on where life as a French-speaker and an interpreter might take you. One of my friends joked it could be named ...

This is, in fact, Day Seven Post-op of having a joint replaced in the left wrist, or an arthoplasty CMC . ***If you cannot abide reading med...

There is life after lunch. Right after we’ve had a nice nap to recover from lunch. Which is after the hour of coffee-drinking in the shade...