A Tip Jar, a Girl, and Wings
A father putting his artistic talents to work for rémunération. I once had a bird like the little girl's. When it sat on my shoulder I felt invincible. So why is it hard, now, to do certain things? Where are my wings? Bonjour, dear Reader, I have been busy around here lately. "Here" refers to this French word journal, which I began in 2002. Since … Continue reading A Tip Jar, a Girl, and Wings

