In Paris, women were not considered interesting until they were middle-aged. The Mist of Montmartre

He had learned Lesson One: Let French women tell you what they want.

In Paris, the dance was everything. The dance of romance was what a man could remember in his old age. Didn’t all young Americans come to Europe in search of that kind of romance?

I write to raise the curtain on life’s endless possibilities. Because you asked, “Pourquoi?

This would become a lifelong pattern, sitting in my comfort zone high above the world in some sort of self-imposed exile.

Picasso created blank spaces through which an imagination could fly.

There are people in this world so rich that when it rains they simply fly away on private jets in search of sun.

Friendships outlive marriages and family. Friendships can make a life wonderful or wasted, worth sacrificing or worth saving. In the Paris-based 7-book Apricot Tree House Mystery Series, Jamie Litton and Ben Foulof choose to save...

For anyone who wanted to throw away his watch, along with his past, this was the place.

Paris and Fashion. Books and Art. What would one be … without the other?

In Paris, everything was fixable for the right price.

Whatever the unknown in Europe, it had to be better than the known in a small town, where truth was hidden behind smiles, pleasantries, and an abundance of stretch lace at weddings. Whatever, the yet-to-be-written...

…Don’t insult readers by questioning the extent of their imaginations. Most need only to be nudged to solve a good mystery.

Beware. Those with the least amount of authority exercise it the most often.

How could I ever forget my best friend, the man, who had changed my destiny simply by allowing me to write about him?

The French know the intrinsic value of holding on to the past, its pleasures, its promises, and its tender mercies.