We are bound for Honfleur, but first, a stop by a field of Colza or rapeseed, to get photos beside the swaths of yellow dominating the Frenc...

My heart aches when I think about Mommy. So I try not to. But it’s hard when her birthday is coming up. Last year, her birthday came up a fe...

I did not say goodbye to Mommy. When the men were about to seal her tomb, her immediate family lined up to throw flowers into the compartmen...