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Handmade Palestine
She lives at the edge of olive trees and tension, where ancient stone walls meet barbed wire and wildflowers still dare to bloom. Her name is Morgan—a mother of two…
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Sing
Let me play the drums with a rhythm that changes the course of bullets and bombs.Let me sing a song that echoesin the chambers of the hearts that no longer…
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The Beaded Curtain
The beads click and clatter, a soft wooden song,Marking the space between my world and theirs.This is not our everyday house—It’s a place suspended in time, vacation. Between the kitchen…
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Summer Holiday
A few days remain in our summer holiday.Simplicity, rest. Swimming.The intense heat.Children laughing —some tears, some burned meals,late mornings,fresh fruit —figs from the tree. A gift, every time. We’ve stepped…
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Take a Guess
Is it obvious what Claire Sparkle’s favorite color is? Do not let those blue shorts fool you.
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A Summer Note
Every summer for the last six years—Part of August—We arrive in Ardeche.Sun-drenched days.Swimming.Long shadows on the terrace.Doing not much of anything.Loving every minute of it. Arnelle and Rodger—Dear friends,Lend us…
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Today
Too hot. I mixed up the dates of a favorite Brocante. Went a day later. Prices were ridiculous. Yann, Chelsea and I had a lovely lunch. A thundershower came along…
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Summertime- Some Like it Hot
When I moved to France, I was relieved. Summer heat was rare, and even on the hottest days, it rarely hit 90 and lasted only a few hours. I loved…
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