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Hot and Cold
This was the view from the brocante today. It was over a 100 degrees. Afterwards, we went to dinner and sat in the shade, the weather started to cool off.…
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Favorite Finds from the Brocante this Weekend
Our home is going to look like a church if I keep this up.
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11 Years and We Picked up Within Seconds
text by my friend Linda Marcov “ Sometimes things are just made to happen. Our friends Corey and Yann were attending an antique fair in a village about an hour…
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Golden
Golden light on the first evening at our friends Rodger and Arnelle's slice of heaven. Whenever I am here, I am filled with gratitude for their generous hearts…
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How Do You Say I Love You?
How do you say I love you in sign language? I taught Gabriel how to hold his three fingers up. Chelsea sent me this picture as they were on vacation,…
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The Story Teller
What story are we living in? What story are we sharing? What story are we listening to? Are we the storyteller?Or the one who listens? Or maybe some of…
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Terms of Endearment
"Mommy, why does Kristi call Max Honey? Why doesn't she call him Peanut-Butter?" Sacha asked when he was three. Some of…
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Driving Through
Driving across France. From one coast to another. From cool weather back to the heat. Fields and fields of sunflowers, wheat, and cows chewing their cud. Glorious rain somewhere along…
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