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The Last French la Vie Group of the Year… Starts Tomorrow
One More Group Coming One more group is on their way.And I have to say—it’s been an extraordinary year. I’ve met so many fun, delightful, slightly-obsessed people who love antiques.My…
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That Rich Faded Antique Texture-
The rich, faded texture of time.That’s what I see when I look at these things—the way facades softens,the way color fades,the way old text curls at the edge of paper,…
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French Brocante Style
Things gathered. From the French brocante—dusty, tender, full of someone else’s yesterday. Nothing matches. That’s not what I’m after I collect things I like and then I find a place…
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The Ordinary
I heard this song and had to write it here: They say, “The holy water’s watered downAnd this town’s lost its faithOur colors will fade eventually”So if our time is…
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Communion with Love
Two years plus of witnessing Gaza’s destruction — the denial at the hands of evil, the silence, the governments that turn their eyes away. It’s hard not to lose faith…
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An Evening Walk
My thoughts pour out, rambling in different directions all at once, scattering like leaves blowing past my path. The clouds drift by, my hair tangles in the wind, and soon…
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We Are the Universe
We are the sunlight streaming on a winter’s day.We are the water soaking through parched land,and the seed reaching towards the light. We are the caterpillar in a furry coat,dreaming…
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A Piece of the Puzzle
The universe is like a puzzle.Each of us holds pieces — a perspective, a moment, a voice, we are part of the pattern. What looks like a many pieces scattered…
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