poetry Duende of Grief: When We Roamed as Cathars. {poetry} And we broke bread... you stood and raised your glass to 'mes amis', whom I had known for centuries, when we had roamed the hills as Cathars. Continue Reading
world My Heart Goes Out to Fellow Children of Refugees. I come from Huguenot (French Protestant) refugee descendants... as modern refugees are doing, my ancestors helped develop Canada. Continue Reading