Lost and Found (Perdu et Trouvee) Paris Edition -Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves (Henry David Thoreau) Dawn and Fiona at the Luxembourg Gardens Now, that's Talent I have a peculiar talent for losings things. Like journals, documents, jackets, husbands and human remains. It happens. I may have to accept the fact that unless (and even if) I create a master inventory list for our journey of what we have and where it is, I will continue to leave behind a trail of stuff (and even if a husband were on the list, well, you know...). My new yardstick (or metric stick, depending on where we are) for putting each loss into perspective is this: "Are the kids okay? Alrighty, then, let's move on..." Who's Exaggerating? Except, I still lose my mind sometimes. When Sean was in the hospital with the so-called "flesh-eating" bacteria last fall, he underwent an extensive skin graft on his legs: Doctors removed about a foot of skin fro...
When you look like your passport photo, it's time to go home. - Erma Bombeck