Originally written 27 January 2010 The little beach at Villeneuve is a shallow-sloping, pebbly crescent, fringed with weeping willows and...

One October evening, after finishing an unusually light evening meal, a young American man by the name of Charles gathered up his...

It’s been very stormy in our little corner of Lac Leman in the last few days. It’s a welcome change after weeks of stifling temperatures;...

My throat is dry, my voice is shaking. It feels alien to me, as if it isn’t my own. It doesn’t sound like me. It sounds childlike....