Friday we rested. Saturday night was the grand party at the home of Princess & Bear founders Carol and Steve. At least three winemakers were in attendance, including John from Kentucky. This American married a French woman and agreed to move to her tiny village near the Pyrénées and buy s...
One woman gives her husband an elbow to the rib as he gawks shamelessly. It is as though he forgot his wife is present. He closes his mouth and resumes climbing while looking at the ground the rest of the way; trying desperately not to make his eyes rest on the young woman’s backs...
The eldest got married and died without having children, so he left his widow to his brother. 26The same thing happened to the second brother, to the third, and finally to all seven. 27Last of all, the woman died. 28Now, on the day when the dead rise to life, whose wife will ...
V. S. Pritchett considered it “a most remarkable book…. Something quite new and original: war as it is seen by a distinguished, level-headed and sensitive woman. It is most interesting and well-written.” Most reviewers cited the author’s compassion and understanding. “Here is the drama...
He had married her without giving much thought to that problem.He had fancied that a woman can shed her past like a man.But now he saw that Alice was bound to hers both by the circumstances which forced her into continued relation with it,and by the traces it had left on her nature....
While all hands were busy, secrets were laid bare. We had news to tell and stories to spill. Since we last met, one woman had lost her mother and a hundred pounds. Everyone else wishes they could lose ten but on a weekend such as this, with the kitchen full of the favorite foods ...
waiting to catch my latest client’s husband with a woman not his wife. I’d already gotten a few choice shots of the guy entering the room, but he’d gone in alone and no one else had arrived. I assumed the other woman was already waiting for him. After tailing the guy for...
Just as the kind temperament nurse had been the voice of Logan’s babyhood that helped us survive his seven sleepless months, I gained a new voice for Lucy’s babyhood. One day while walking through the library with Lucy, a beautiful elderly Native American woman approached me and said: “...
woman’s head became visible, then two arms laying themselves slowly on top of the cover.’ He wonders whether this is his mother: ‘One of the children had once said that if you have a mother, she belongs just to you! So this woman belonged to me, just me?’ She beckons him ...
This woman was one of the strongest I know. She made sure we knew we were loved by her, even though she was tough as nails and a little spicy. She made and held onto our future child’s blanket for years. I remember the day of our last egg retrieval, she sent me an email saying...