On leave in the Vosges Valley Mediterranean winds ventured into the Vosges valley and pushed through the mist that draped over acres of junipers. The waves of warmth caused my pink cardigan to itch, so I pushed the sleeves above my elbows. Damp weather was common...

By Elizabeth Aslakson Three years ago, while living in New England, an incident involving my black German Sheperd, Bear, spurred my interest in writing. After days of below zero wind chills, I decided Bear and I needed to get out of our clapboard cottage for a change...

by Elizabeth Aslakson The drive started in the rolling hills of Bavaria. Fields were lush with the approaching harvest and villages had been painted with fresh coats of pastels. But when we crossed the border into the Czech Republic, the farmlands became dense pine...