So, there I was with Aesmeh de la Rose showing me around Amboise, France. Now that she’d offered to introduce me to the crew, I had to forgive her for so unabashedly revealing her death to me without my consent. Apparently, when you are a novelist who’s come to tell their stories, those who’ve waited all of those centuries for you to get it together already know your storyline.
From the moment I found myself at the base of the ramparts at Château Royal d’Amboise, a grotesque, morbid sensation settled across my shoulders, then a pressure leaned in against my right arm and I stiffened. “I died here,” a voice whispered. Earlier that morning, while I bought roses and baguettes and began my winding procession through the cobblestone streets, the same voice drew me closer.
I never expected to find a moment of self-discovery at 50. I intentionally stripped bare and ripped the layers of myself so far back to the very core, I was sure I’d die of exposure. By far, 2019 emerged as the most incredible year of my life. It was as self-discovery at 50 of a…
Château Royal d’Amboise in Amboise, France is one of the most delightful places. The history, beauty and charm overwhelmed me and kept me there for an entire day. Amidst all of the revelations brought about by my trip to the Loire Valley, there were some lovely scenes that simply stole my breath. From views to…