Author Archives: Jacki Willard

There he got out the luncheon-basket and packed a simple meal, in which, remembering the stranger’s origin and preferences, he took care to include a yard of long French bread, a sausage out of which the garlic sang, some cheese … Continue reading →

Trí caindle forosnat cach ndorcha: fír, aicned, ecna.  Three candles that illumine every darkness: truth, nature, knowledge. 

  You are My Sunshine

“Laughter is a sunbeam of the soul.” ― Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain

“We must leave this terrifying place to-morrow and go searching for sunshine.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald