Remembering Ernest Hemingway in Sun Valley, Idaho
I didn’t travel to Sun Valley Idaho to write about Ernest Hemingway. As a journalist, I had two assignments: the vibrant local food scene and the area’s year-round attractions. I had a vague recollection that Hemingway had lived in the area.
Straddling Two Hemispheres
I grew up with a mother who came from the Southern Hemisphere, from Down Under, from Australia. She stood out in our small California town, with her strong Australian accent.
A Powerful Feminine Presence in Athens that lives on today…
On our first night in Athens, as my husband and I sat at dinner, we could see the Acropolis (which means literally “High Hill”) lit up and stunning in the distance. The next morning, early, we climbed the hill to tour the buildings and learn about the history.
Anne Frank and Me
“I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.”
Anne Frank
For the Love of Libraries (and Librarians)
I can still remember the first time I visited a public library. I was about five and tagging along with my 12-year-old brother. It was the 1950s and I remember the high shelves crammed full of red and brown leather-bound books. Dust motes danced as the sun streamed in the tall windows.
Looking Down on Birds
I am looking down on birds. Their white feathers glint in the afternoon sunlight. I admire their flight patterns from above, their coordinated dance as they soar together, floating through the air, high above the green paddocks below.
I am higher, but not so high that I could have missed them, that they could have blended with the farmland below.
Solamente Una Cosa
A Southern California neighborhood, a mixture of the upper middle class who drive giant SUVs and the working folks who ride the bus. Old and new. Anglo and Hispanic.
One place that those cultures can overlap is in the local thrift stores.
A tiny taste of Provence, right here in Northern California
A walk through the garden this morning revealed a tiny pumpkin, alongside a bright orange blossom waiting to be pollinated by the bees.
The beautiful and undiscovered village of Talloires, on Lake Annecy, Rhone Alps, France
Just 13 kilometers away from the bustling city of Annecy, sharing the same pure, sparkling water of the lake that shares the city’s name, the village of Talloires goes relatively unnoticed.
The Magic of Mont St. Michel
I was 17, a senior in high school and had to do a report for my French 3 class, so headed off to the Escondido Public Library to find a topic. No internet then. Among the books I pulled off the shelf, I found one with photographs of Mont St. Michel, a monastery just off the coast of Normandy.
I remember…The Journey of a Travel Writer…
I remember…
1970, the San Francisco Sunday paper, fat and full of magic, sitting on the doorstep. It would provide precious, stolen moments from my life as the young mother of a toddler. I’d have one eye on her, as I opened the paper and dove into its contents.
The Thornless Blackberry Patch - Yum…
Before I bought the apple farm in 1997, I used to visit the elderly couple, Willi and Maria, who lived here.
Baby deer and mama in the apple orchard
As much as I hate to think the word ‘drought’ in case I’m creating more reality to it with my thoughts, we are experiencing the driest summer I can remember in my twenty-four years in Northern California.
Don’t look now, it’s the invasion of the GIANT…
Well, you guessed it, zucchini. They were so well hidden under the large leaves of the spreading zucchini plant.
It’s hard to leave the comfort zone, but so great on the other side
I had three goals for the Triathlon, the first one was to finish and I did that. The next two, I didn’t do–to break 2 hours–I finished in 2 hours 4 minutes. I came in #157 out of 202.
Tomorrow at this time, I’ll be swimming
I read somewhere about an experiment where they had a group practicing basketball–free throws, and a control group visualizing doing free throws and the second group made more progress than the first!
Swim, Swim, Swim…
Yesterday morning, Landon and I went up to the lake, Scotts Flat Reservoir, which is 10 minutes from the house and where he usually rows.
Veyrier du Lac to Talloires, along the shore of the Lac d’Annecy…
We said goodbye to the owners of our little hotel in Veyrier du Lac and caught the bus for the six kilometers around the lake to the village of Talloires, which has been called ‘the most romantic village in France.’
Hello from France—Happy Bastille Day!
Looking out onto the lake in Annecy, France, past ‘le balcon,’ the balcony of our little room. So lovely to be here.