A Potluck of Sorts
I sit here, Edith Piaf crooning her classic, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien in my face via iTunes, completely relaxed after having cleaned my kitchen of the debris from tonight’s cooking, wearing one of my favorite hoodies…images of France in the 1940’s playing through my head…And as the song ends, Etta James comes on. I… Continue reading A Potluck of Sorts