The End

I love the end.  End of the day, end of the night, end of season. End of an era, end of administrations, end of disasters, end of a trend, end of a relationship. Maybe it’s because I grew up in a cul-de-sac, the word for “dead-end” en Francais. Or maybe simply because...
Is Gratitude Really All That?

Is Gratitude Really All That?

It’s always the same for me after the holidays: I feel worn out. Used. Mentally abused. I am exhausted from the madness.  I feel guilty for giving in to consumerism.  I need to detox from hearty feasts and my credit card needs a diet. I need a holiday from the...