French Soap

“Nothing like a hot bath to ease the tension and think about what’s going to happen next.” — Sarah McLachlan FRENCH SOAP Its yellow wrapper speaks in a language with which I struggle but nonetheless convinced me to buy one sunny summer day while touring abroad. At home, this prize is stored away— a souvenir, … More French Soap


I blame the rain. Generally, rain soothes, restores, nurtures. But not when stuck in the hand of El Nino, simply sitting, draped in the grayness of clouds, laughing heavy tears as if the light of the sun was confined to the pages of nursery rhymes, as if blue skies belonged only to painters, as if Noah … More Grumpy