Another kind of bell-ringing

It hasn’t been all fun and games visiting France this time, but, with a little help from the chapel of St. Barbe near Le Faouët, my mother and I had an afternoon that came close to what Brittany used to represent for me.

Subjectively Bend

Subjective is up in central Oregon for another week.

Getting used to the idea

My grandmother passed away at the beginning of the month, and I have spent the last few weeks in the small village in France that she called home, helping my mother to tie up loose ends and trying to get used to the idea of my Mamy not being here anymore.

“Encore un mort.”

“Another death.”  That’s what my grandmother would say every time she heard the church bells ring for a funeral.

Post-show depression and touring

Touring a show is a lot of work, but the rewards make the effort worthwhile.

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