Mixtape

Turn back the clock by about 25 years. I am a gangly teenager growing up in a small farm town in Switzerland. There were no cell phones yet, or Internet or Facebook. My best friend and I communicated from our kitchen window to their dining room window. Yes, my bestie was also our neighbor. We … Continue reading Mixtape

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Back in the good old days the sharp smell of manure, of wet and earthy scent of forest, the sweet smell of cherry and apple blossoms all meant comfort and belonging. The scent of a warm wood fire and the tangy smell of ocean screamed fun and games, vacation time. The world was full of … Continue reading Home