Why can’t I say “pray?”

A friend once invited me to her church to see her son in a Christmas play, and I half-seriously joked that I worried about being struck by lightening when I entered churches, since I don’t subscribe to the specific tenants of that church’s religion. Luckily, I seem to have gotten over that; on my tripContinue reading “Why can’t I say “pray?””

Day 1 in Paris

Twas the day after Christmas And all through the flat Not a creature was stirring Except me, how weird is that? Bonjour from Paris, mes amis!  It’s about 8:40am local time, and I’ve been awake since about 8, pondering why, after spending yesterday day kicking some pretty serious jet lag’s butt, I’m not still sleeping. Continue reading “Day 1 in Paris”