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A Beautiful Form of Prayer
Thank you for your messages! I appreciate your loving support. My family is grateful, especially my brother Marty who is suffering. Thank you so much I wish I could respond…
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My Mother’s Christmas Bouquet
This is courage. This is faith. This is love. This is my mom. To continue being true to life even when it isn't what you wish were true. My mother's…
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My Brother Marty
In January my brother Marty discovered he had stage four pancreatic cancer that has metastasized to his liver. Since then has endured the severity of his illness. How does…
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In Training
In training to be my antique business partner. So far waking up early and being outside are checked off on the positive side. Vocabulary is missing but I trust that…
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The First Time I Met Yann’s Uncle
Hanging above the old buffet in the dining room, was an oval frame with a black and white photo of a lovely young woman. When I asked who she was…
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Gabriel: Christmas Wonder and the Christmas Tree
Are you ready for too many photos by a gushing (Vavie) Grandmother taken in the glow of the Christmas tree lights? Gabriel is our Christmas: A child is born bringing…
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It is Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
Christmas time in Provence under a perfect blue sky and chill to the bone morning. The neighboring town flooded its square with Christmas trees adorned with red and gold…
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The Problem of the Incurable Brocante Bug
Years ago I bought this enormous crown molding. I did not have a place for it. But it was just too beautiful to pass by. French Husband agreed, we…
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