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When We Were Young
My friend Erika sent me this photo of Yann and me. Paris, 1988
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Brocante Stories: The Medal and The Sugar Bowl
Photos and text by Corey Amaro This was the sugar bowl that shattered on the red tile floor when it fell from Mademoiselle Elise’s hand back in 1916. This was…
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Be Brave
We don’t have to have all the answers right now. We have to be brave enough to keep going, pick up the pieces, and see how they fit together. Life isn’t…
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Winter Daily Walk
« Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark. « Rabindranath Tagore « Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no…
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Stepping Outside
The avenues in my daily life- French culture swallows me whole, deliciously
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A Flower is Not Flower
A flower is not a flower. It is made only of non-flower elements – sunshine, clouds, time, space, earth, minerals, gardeners, and so on. A true flower contains the whole…
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A Thing that is Beautiful
“Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for years. And for this reason, some…
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Should I Share More Recipes?
My scrapbook cookbook began when I first arrived in France 37 years ago. I bought a thick paperback school notebook and carried it with me everywhere, jotting down notes about…
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Gabriel and the Word Embarrassed
Gabriel (5) asked Chelsea, his mom, what the word “embarrassed” meant. Chelsea gave examples that she knew Gabriel would understand, such as going to pick him up at school with…
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The Way They Were, the Way we Are
Each photo holds a moment that once felt permanent. What remains is not what we see, But a quiet truth- which is felt deeply, understood over time. Even though everything…
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