Visiting Paris is memorable enough with its epic architecture and world-class museums. And then you add the food. The French know food. I recall Julia Child writing about her first, and one of her favorite meals, in France, sole meuniere.
The morning air has that cool, mossy, dried-leaf scent. The days are growing shorter. Fall is upon us.
One of my favorite times of year, autumn, comes with an instinctual urge to make comfort food and travel to the mountains and the high desert in Oregon.
When my “to do” lists start chasing me around the house it is time to flee.
I have a room in our house that is dedicated to my writing and most of the time it truly is my creative sanctuary; like this morning.