|Photo by Victoria J Greene|
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Just last November my family and I spent about a week in Chinon, France. This charming French town is nestled along the banks of the river Vienne, snug in the hillside shadows of an ancient chateau that has welcomed Joan of Arc, Richard the Lionheart and Louis the 17th among many others. History runs deep in Chinon, and you can easily feel it wandering along the cobblestone streets.
Sunday, June 7, 2015
It is fair to say everyone has experienced transition in one form or another: from sleeping to waking, school graduations, returning to reality at the end of an engrossing movie, pregnancy and childbirth, weight loss or gain, a good (or bad) hair day... it's an endless list. The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines Transition as “a change from one state or condition to another”. It’s origin is Latin: transire meaning to ‘go across’, and clearly, some transitions are far easier to navigate than others.
For me a transition ‘unease’ began the year before my youngest daughter graduated from high school. We were living in Paris at the time and the only thing I could do that made me feel better was explore the city, cook, take photographs and write about it. Turns out that was something I’d deeply wanted to do since graduating from high school and It felt good to scratch a nearly 40 year itch, but the relief was only temporary.
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Saturday, December 27, 2014
The week between Christmas and New Years Eve has held a certain fascination for about as long as I can remember. Particularly in Paris while sitting in the back seat of our car with my nose pressed up against the cold window watching the colored lights rush by. The blinking and blurring in the steaminess created by my warm breath on the glass intensifies those feelings. I wonder about the parties and all the beautifully dressed, glamorous people attending those parties. At eleven years old it all seems so wonderfully magical.