My brain is rusty as I attempt to write on my blog when it was once such a snap to do. Since I started the blog eleven years ago, so much has changed. My youngest, who was in diapers when we moved into this house, is now a pre-teen, and my eldest is working on getting her driver’s permit. (The license… Read More
In France, we are ahead of the States in experiencing the effects of the virus, and are currently in week two of a government-imposed, country-wide quarantine, which means that you may only go out for doctor or pharmacy, for groceries, for an hour of sports (alone or with a child, and far from others), or for essential work – and… Read More
This is what happens when I’ve not blogged in a while – I have a bunch of stuff to tell you and end up with a scattered post trying to cram it all in. So I’m only going to tell you two things before I write about the subject that inspired me today : demolishing strongholds. We’re in Brittany again…. Read More
I didn’t post on Wednesday – my regularly scheduled slot – because I had nothing in me. I had no juice left, and I couldn’t think of a single thing to write. I didn’t want to write something worthless just to fill the void. It wastes your time as a reader and I have little enough time, myself. Truthfully, I’m not… Read More
Happy new year! It’s been a couple of weeks since I posted, and I hope you had a good start to 2019. We had a great holiday – very relaxing – and I was able to catch up on, not only writing projects, but also on my rest, some cleaning, relationships, and life as a whole. So I’m feeling refreshed… Read More
In French, the word “douce” – as in une langue douce, or a gentle tongue – can also mean sweet. You talk about desserts as being douce in the same way you talk about people being douce. In pondering what it means to have a sweet tongue, therefore, it was natural to make the leap and examine what the opposite of that would be.
