Like Bono, I’ve contemplated the meaning of street names, from both a literal and a figurative perspective. 

It was a day just like today, a September gem.

The professor cheerfully suggested that although it would be “challenging” I should join the “third group” class.

A sudden wave of linguistic bravery urged me off the sidewalk and toward two of the men.

We wonder how different life would have been.

My father was a complicated man.

We wedged our car into a safe spot and began wandering on foot.

I was struck by the thought: what if I never came back, never saw these peaks or valleys again?

À La Mode isn’t apple pie with ice-cream anymore.

I have always been drawn to the sea.

A great advantage of retiring in the southwest of France is the ease of travel to other European locations. 

Pau has supplanted Rome as the central converging point of random crossed paths.

In any language or country, traffic circles have become my nemesis. 

Like many other people, I anticipate the holiday season with mixed emotions. 

As with most things in life, the hardest part of change is taking the first step.