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French Texture
French texture… After thirty-five years, married to a Frenchman, having children, doing business, and living in France, I have lived longer in France than in my native homeland California by…
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A Street in the Center of Marseille on a Winter Day
Blue skies like a top hat sitting on the buildings. Unexpected, potted plants in plastic garbage pails lined the street. My cousin Judy would say that is a sign…
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Update: Asthma
At last, I feel better, the best I have felt since April. I went to the specialist, and the report was that I have asthma that is brought on by any…
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Guest Post: Christine at Studio 4
Last November, my blog was 18 years old. To celebrate that, I asked my readers to submit a Guest Post for my blog to celebrate our connectedness as a…
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A Dabbler and Scribbler
Thank you for your messages. They humble me. My blog is an assortment of whatever is rattling around me; often, it is a message to myself to be…
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Gratitude
Thank you, little flowers under our feet, giving way without a cry as we pass by. Thank you, fresh air fills our lungs, restoring us without our constant awareness.…
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Together
Let us share what we have, Let us trustingly lean into each other. We are one into the other intertwined.
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Unearthed Discoveries
The French brocante offers more than old things from someone's attic and more than boxes of disheveled junk. The French brocante is not just a place to find unbeatable…
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