A Confession

I love New Orleans.  I love it as I love no other city.  New Orleans is altogether a different country.  It’s European, North American, and African all rolled into one American city that shines like no other.

It’s the people who keep drawing me back.  There’s the nail salon where I walked into a chorus of black ladies who told me their life stories while we had our toenails painted.  

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Bad News–Good News!

The Rideaway into Hemingford Abbots in March–my favorite country road

They say March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.  On the 1st day of March every year, I am done with winter.  The village lanes and riverbanks of the English countryside are spilling over with butter yellow daffodils and I am ready to welcome spring with open arms.  

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