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The Musee d'Orsay has been one of my favorite museums since I first saw it in 1991, on my first trip to Paris. What's not to li...

1. I am listening to Wild on audiobook in my car. Like the people in those Audible ads, I am immersed in the book. I may appear to be dr...

I took a lot of photos when I was in Italy recently. It's easy to take a good pic there because there is so much beauty. Even the han...

I saw this vending machine in an Italian train station last week. It contains items useful to nearly every stage of life. Surely there...

There comes a time in every blog's life where the blogger has to decide whether to keep it going or to abandon it. Or, in my case,...

Years ago, after attempting other occupations I thought were compatible with a writing life, I decided to become a librarian. That way, I...

I really don't give a crap about celebrities. This isn't a new thought, from me or anyone else. But I had this particular ep...

In order to pursue my Goodreads challenge this year (a target of 20 books, with a self-imposed limit of  books written by women ), I negle...

Hugh Grant movies are a visual Prozac for me. With the exception of Cloud Atlas (which I liked, but for other reasons), they offer a cou...

Cleaning out my mom's house this past summer, it surprised me how unsentimental I felt, even though it was the last time I was goin...