PRONE TO READING THE MUELLER REPORT – Marilyn Armstrong

FOWC with Fandango — Prone I had other plans for the day ... and then I saw that the Mueller Report - redactions and all -- was out. While I was prone to go grocery shopping, this changed everything for me. Garry is reading it. I am reading it. If you have the time, read … Continue reading PRONE TO READING THE MUELLER REPORT – Marilyn Armstrong

STICKBALL SEASON IS COMING – Marilyn Armstrong

It's heading toward the end of April and the Sox, last year's series winners, are having a hard time. While not in last place, they've lost more than often than they've won. Many of the teams who were supposed to be leading their division are not doing well. It's early yet. If they are still … Continue reading STICKBALL SEASON IS COMING – Marilyn Armstrong

B+ AND ME: BLOOD TYPES AROUND THE WORLD – Marilyn Armstrong

A few years ago, I got to thinking about blood type. I wondered how come I have B+ blood when everyone in my family is O or A. I decided to go hunting on the Internet to see if I could learn something about where I come from using this tidbit of information. It turns … Continue reading B+ AND ME: BLOOD TYPES AROUND THE WORLD – Marilyn Armstrong

THE WOUNDED HEART OF PARIS – Sue Vincent (Reblog)

Many people wonder if we, as humans, will survive as long as Notre Dame stood. Maybe we can gain hope as Notre Dame is reborn.


 

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

Notre Dame de Paris.
The three images of the Cathedral are photographs of postcards in my Parisian diaries.

The white dome of the Sacré-Cœur, floating like some fairy tale castle against the blackness was my very first glimpse of Paris. It was a school trip, we were no more than children… and I fell in love with the city there and then. My eyes filled with tears, my heart with memories and emotions that should not have been mine, I felt that I had come home.

We stayed at the Lycée Henri-IV, just behind the Pantheon. Sneaking out, illicitly, before breakfast, very early next morning, I found myself wandering down the Rue Mouffetard. A tramp was curled around his wine bottle in a doorway. Market stalls were being set up. Everything smelled of coffee and new bread… and I determined that one day, when I was old enough, I would…

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A PRAYER FOR NOTRE DAME – Guest Blogger: KARIN LAINE McMILLEN

I was scheming over coffee just this morning on how to get back to Paris. I often get an itch for her attention, but not every morning, so when the NY Times came in a flash message on both my computers and my iPhone, “Notre-Dame Cathedral in Paris is Engulfed in Flames,” I wondered if … Continue reading A PRAYER FOR NOTRE DAME – Guest Blogger: KARIN LAINE McMILLEN