Why, how kind of you to ask! We are inundated with green, as a matter of fact, and I’m wondering if anyone has time to come over and help us weed. Also, why don’t any of the vermin eat the weeds since they are so prolific? Why must they attack my vegetables? I always said that our street was the… Read More
I’m lying on the bottom of a canoe. The vast sky remains constant, but the clouds don’t fly by as quickly as I know I’m going. I can just see the longer branches of the trees hanging low over the river, brushing the periphery of my vision as I go past them. I’m swept up in the current. On the… Read More
Sir Renaissance and I occasionally fight, which is not an easy thing to do for such nice folks as us. Now he’s thinking, “What is she talking about? What is she going to write about? We haven’t fought lately, and even if we did, I certainly wouldn’t want her to elaborate on it for the public eye!” No, honey, don’t… Read More
Love is several sleepless nights in a row because your children share everything (except their toys). Love is putting down your fork and knife, after finally sitting down, with the delicious steak still in front of you because you hear the siren’s call: ”mamaaaaan – can you wipe my bum-bum. I have diarrhea (replete with description).” The steak seems less… Read More
This is a mall in Dubai, teeming with life (and fish) where Sir Renaissance is for three weeks. I miss him. Today I finished working on the memorial book of the Message mom who died. (Message is the anglo-mother community in Paris and we reunite through a website and various activities). She died in November from placenta acretia, leaving behind… Read More
Petit Prince is getting quite adept at his walker – he almost doesn’t sit down at all, but likes the security of having the seat there should he lose his balance. All the mothers who are way more concerned about germs and mud and dangerous construction articles in my yard than I am are careful to instruct me that Petit… Read More
