The Retreat
The homeless woman told me I looked pretty in yellow. I said she had beautiful blue eyes. I pulled a container of crackers and cheese from my purse and handed it to her. The light turned green. I rolled on. The retreat I was rolling …
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A Poem for Audrey Elaine
A beauty Her wit could slay dragons Her charm could fill wagons When little she clung to the hip of her mother But as a young adult she chose instead – this, that and the other Except for the days when she couldn’t refrain She …
A Polished Life
Our mother always liked to say, “Sarah and Maurine, only a true southern lady can wear red nail polish and not look like a tramp”. My sister Maurine and I longed for the day when we would turn 18, the designated age our mother applied …
Maredret Monastery: Where Nuns Spin Gold
I’m not Catholic, but my love of Belgian beer often ushers my footsteps to monasteries and abbeys. As you likely know, many monks in Belgium make and peddle beer, but if you look in the shadows, you will discover the nuns at Maredret Monastery creating …
Schlosshotel Kronberg: Where Luxury and Love Coexist
Sleeping under the slate roof of Schlosshotel Kronberg will leave those who appreciate history, design and luxury happy. It’s a castle, but staying within the art lined halls feels like overnighting at the wealthy aunt’s home you dreamt you’d had. The estate was completed in …
Verona: Where Streets are Paved Pink
In Verona leave your rose colored glasses at home. This Italian city is steeped in romance and passion, even the pedestrian alleyways are paved in pink limestone. Scribbled hearts with names and poems are written on walls, telephone poles and public letter boxes. You can’t …
Todd Bruney’s (Grandmother’s) Fig Cake
Todd is a true Southern gentleman for sharing his Grandmother’s delicious family treasure. Your house will smell like the comforts of fall when this cake is baking. The final outcome is dense, moist and packed with flavors of autumn. *Note: you can replace equal amounts …
Arenberg Abbey
They are mythical creatures. You know one when you see one; their habits flutter with the slightest breeze and rest just above sensible rubber soled shoes. They often have a strand of beads dangling from a hip pocket and the shine of their hair remains …
