Jessica folded the envelope with the invitation for her to play at a posh reception. Known near and abroad as "The Weeping Mandolin for her tendency to play boisterously until tears flowed from her doe eyes, she looked forward to an evening very different from those to which she was accustomed. Jittery from fear, her... Continue Reading →
Many years ago, after my children were grown and gone, I decided to treat myself to a posh night out, with dinner at one of the priciest restaurants in town and a play at the Fox theater. I knew I was in trouble the moment I crossed the threshold into the dining room, for I... Continue Reading →
We sallied forth to Faro to explore the Cidade Velha (old Town.) We entered through the old walls by means of Arco da Vila (The Town Arch.) In addition to a nice museum, and a small castle, we went to the Se, the cathedral. It was posh, truly elegant, gilded to the max, and ornate... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 