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 quitting a full-time job at a Swedish owned vineyard in 2003, I have made this newsletter my vocation. Writing it is my life. I am entirely dev...