Sunday, August 5, 2012

Vacillating between excitement and anxiety each and every day as I anticipate my departure. Walking through my place, empty of most personal effects, the remaining couch my office with piles of papers, books, magazines, and lists of calls, contacts, I think of jet lag. Someone will meet me on the tarmac with papers and cash-Casablanca sans rain.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

A lemon tree near the Mediterranean Sea
Do I dare eat a peach?

Stairway to Heaven

Bienvenue Hausmann

Celebrate in French

    Ca va?  J'ecrit les mots dan le matin, quatre juillet. Je reste chez moi.
A bientot...