Sierra Madre mountains surround picturesque Ajijic. This small Mexican village has helped me disconnect from my usually busy days. I love walking to the store in the morning to buy produce and freshly baked bread. Everyone greets me with an enthusiastic. “Buenos Dias!.” There are so many things that I love here. I am going […]
What would your seven-year-old self think of the woman you have become? Turning eighty this month is now a time of reflecting and looking back. That is the very question I am asking myself. Reading from my book, Unfolding back in 2013 was important. It is captured in the above photo. Shakespeare and Company,
Fizzy yeast and water combine with four cups of flour. A transformation occurs in my mixing bowl. Flour is now alive and growing. Dough doubles in size. Gooey fingers stretch this white lump. I slip it into the oven. Inviting aromas of rosemary and garlic begin to fill the house. Golden focaccia bread slides
For the last few years, Don and I have been writing letters to our four granddaughters. Holidays offer a wonderful opportunity to reflect on relationships. Our letter writing lets us do that. We include a photograph of Don and me as part of it. This is another way for us to mark the passage of
