The Cry of the Siren

As far back as I can remember, I’ve always picked up. Long before my past as a girl scout and long before those summers spent

African Planet

I will always remember the smell when the plane door opened and we walked on the tarmac. My senses automatically switched to 220 volts. It

My life in Rococo

What a funny word! Rococo is like an affectionate love word mixed with the name of an insect! “Come here my little rococo of love”

Miro and Me

I was in second grade in Mrs. Huguette’s class the first time I was introduced to him. The first thing that caught my attention was