Author: patriciaengler

I might look ridiculous, I smiled to myself, but kept running. Perhaps never in the little village’s long history hadContinue Reading

I perched on the wooden sled, its runners already half-buried in wet alpine snow, and gazed down the mountain. WhatContinue Reading

I’ve never seen this in a grocery aisle in Canada, I mused, glancing at the butcher stall to my left.Continue Reading