Life isn't always in focus. It isn't a straight shot. Our view might be blurred by what is in fashion or acceptable. Often looking into the light hurts our eyes. Sometimes we are lucky and the photo turns out on the first attempt. More often then not, we have to take many snapshots to have a few nice ones. Life can be seen as a ‘negative’, waiting to be developed, waiting to show us the captured view. There are many angles, it depends on where you stand and look.
Basic facts about me: I grew up on a farm in Willows California. I was surrounded by cows, rice fields, motorcycles, faith, four younger brothers, a million cousins, and a wonderful family. When I was 19, I became a vegetarian. At the same time I entered a Saint Benedictine monastery in New Mexico. I did the monastic thing for three years. It was a mixed community of men and women. It made praying fun. When I left the monastery, I worked for the catholic church in San Francisco. A few years later, I met French husband in a gay discotheque. We moved to France, where we are doing the multi-cultural-bilingual-family thing.
Very am I dyslexic. Writing comes not easy. Sentences are reversed. Let's not talk about numbers! Or sounds...
How did I ever learn French?
There. I said it! The ‘D’ word. Whew. Now that you know, will you forgive my writing errors, mercifully?
I write a daily blog,
Tongue
in Cheek which was created on a dare, November 29th 2005, after having lunch with fellow blogger Kristen, "French Word A Day." Kristen, daringly, encouraged me to write about my, (as she called it;) "Tongue in Cheek," collection of French flea market finds. My tales are woven from my experiences of living and loving France. Mostly stories collected at the, marché aux puces, (flea market,) in the south of France. My photography inspires the words in each post - tales of linens, letters, vintage scraps and moments of these worn, true objects whispering in my ear.
Roller coasters, dancing, cooking, exaggerating and antiquing are some things I like to do. I have spare time.
Ironing, learning French, and politics I try to ignore.
