It’s hard to believe that it was only one year ago that I was in France. It feels like decades. And yet, it’s true, it
It is time to leave. Today, we will pack our belongings back into our cars and return to our homes. We will enjoy this last
Rain is coming down sideways and I can see gusts of it flying across the dunes. It beats against the windows of the living room.
Somehow I wound up being one of the last to bed and one of the first to rise. There is coffee, but no bacon, and
Heading to the coast today for what my mom has started calling the “annual retreat.” It’s an apt descriptor. The whole wineaux friend group goes.
I am writing this at 7:30 am. I am at a bakery, with a croissant and a double espresso in front of me, along with