“Table for two?” Martha and I nodded. I was home from Asia and looking forward to lunch with my high school friend. Surveying the restaurant, I was reminded that I was back in the United States. No plastic sushi on display, no Chinese characters explaining the day’s specials, and...
Running up the stairs to Platform 2, we saw the TGV humming on the tracks, unmoving. Unfortunately, the doors had closed, and the mustached, uniformed man subtly shook his head, indicating that boarding was no longer an option. Just then the train began to creep forward; seats 22 and...
Before we moved to France, I had a recurring nightmare that involved me, a hair salon, and a language barrier. Somehow, though the language barrier is no longer an issue, I recently lived my horrific dream. I was visiting a town north of Paris. Since I had a few...
It is a lovely winter day. My Honey does not feel well, so I am going to church on my own. His parting words to me were, “I am sure you will be fine. Have a good time.” I should have heeded the warning. I quite enjoy riding public...
