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Bringing in Flowers
My mom has such a quiet way.She notices the small things—a flower just opening, a stem leaning too far, a bloom past its prime but still with grace.She gathers a…
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Blackberry Days
Coming home is a quiet kind of reckoning.The road curves the same way, but the view is different.My mother — just shy of ninety — still makes pies with the…
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The Antique Round Table
When my mother was a little girl. The school asked—Bring what you can.A penny. A nickel. A dollar if you were lucky. Each week, the children lined up.Coins warm from…
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My Godmother Mary
My Godmother Mary has always had a way of lighting up the room before she even steps into it.Her home, once brimming with color and curious little things, felt like…
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Back Home
I’m standing in the house where I first knew the world. The walls feel the same.The ground holds me like it remembers my weight. It hits me somewhere between the…
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The Scale of Indifference
The original Hermès Birkin bag just sold at auction for $10 million. When I saw the headline, while reading the news at 3 am due to being jet lagged- I…
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Over the Moon
I will post more tomorrow, but today I am, as always, jet lagged when I arrive home. Isn’t this a lovely mirror! Of course I found it at the Brocante,…
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Over to the Other Side…Going Home
Back to California, I would have never believed that I would have lived longer in France, than I ever lived in the States—which still feels odd, even now. But California…
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The French Baguette
In France, it’s not a baguette.It’s the baguette.Sacred. Daily. Ritual.Crunch. A baguette isn’t bought.It’s chosen.Some like them bien cuite—dark, crusty.Others say pas trop cuite—soft shell, pale.The baker nods.They know. And yes.The first thing you…
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