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A Way to Pray
Putting my hand's palm to palm, I opened them to form a cup. I prayed, imagining my prayer taking form into my cupped hands. I imagined, God's hand, loving hands,…
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Jumping Out of a Plane
Over ten years ago when Chelsea graduated from high school we asked her what she wanted to…
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Where the Green Grass Grows
Rusty and worn, though young at heart, the two chairs sat side by side. Weathering seasons of sun and storm. They wiggled their toes in the mud, leaned…
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Brocanteur Friends Come Over for Lunch
Two of my favorite brocante dealers came over for lunch. Before they arrived I looked around my house and declared that they were going to find the things I…
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Mona Lisa Had a Cleavage?
A page in an eighteen-century book of an engraving of the Mona Lisa. History lessons then and now. I never noticed that the Mona Lisa had a cleavage…
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One of the Most Amazing Antiques I Have Ever Found
After antiquing the entire morning at the brocante we went for lunch, we celebrated with our friend Joanne who had just received a copy of her new book…
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I am Eighty
Oh, that hair color thing that I have been going back and forth on: "Should I continue dying my hair or not?" I mostly am curious about how I…
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In Giving We Receive
The seeds we leave behind, be it our words, our actions, Or our small daily doings will bloom one day. We do not need to know…
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Another Piece of Furniture Going up and Through the Window
After three years of looking for the right armoire or chest of drawers for our place in Cassis one that was not too high, nor too wide, or too…
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