A Homeschool Story

A sweet little town of 30,000 people in the southwest of France; north of Spain, south of Bordeaux. The Atlantic ocean and beach is a 45-mi...

Valentine's first comment as we looked around, a little dazed, a little lost, in Venice, was; "I hate looking like I'm a touris...

This was the day we did our "official tourism"; first stop: The Doges Palace, or Palazzo Ducale in Place San Marco Sq...

Love the houses on the water:

This was the year for the twelve-year-old trip of my third child, Valentine, the one with the most Italian name, and fittingly, she had her ...

This sign struck me today. I was waiting in line with the rest of the people who had either rushed from work or procrastinated until the ve...

Since I am lazily catching up from a lovely trip to Paris and prepping for one to Italy, I have yet to recount the ER room visit and subseq...

...and watch, from my chaise lounge, as my mother-in-law plays cards with the kids, my father-in-law wakes from his nap in his own chaise a...

A few more snapshots of our brief time in the capital of romance and overnight forming of political parties and protests: (photographic cred...

Locks of Love are Falling Down And that bridge filled with padlocks I walked on last week has begun to collapse. Dang.

We had not been in France for 3 hours when it all came crashing back; in the very nicest way; France has perfected life as an art form. Deta...

Someone took 743 photos on my new camera in Paris...maybe my photography-loving son who conned me into letting him hold onto it for me. Her...

Plane, 5 train/metros and 7 million steps later...we arrived at our destination, 7 of us and 6 suitcases. Our lovely aunt and uncle whom we ...

First leg of journey: Scandinavian Airlines from Chicago to Stockholm. Just after the 4-hour car trip to Chicago, with my kind, indulgent f...