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The Angel Traveled
My Grandmother Frances came to America from the Azores. Her trunk was filled with simple necessities: A linen towel, a few chemises, a hairbrush, a dress in cotton for…
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Porch Chair
The porch door was open, inviting the early autumn leaves a place to rest. A few gathered taking solace by the…
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French Armchair Contest
Before the French Armchair Beauty Contest began, the French Armchairs quickly glanced over their shoulders to see who was who and who was wearing what. As the curtain rose…
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Fruit Rouge Mousse (Three Berry Mousse)
Claire who spent a few nights with us made Fruit Rouge Mousse for dessert last night. It was well worth the six bowls used to make it. …
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Storyteller
Come sit down cozy up in my arms let me tell you a story and weave dreams around us. I am certain that if this chair could talk it…
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When Bloggers Meet
Some of you have been following my blog since the beginning, thirteen years ago and those of you who have left comments during that time and still now I…
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The Unbreakable Bond of Love
Saturday afternoon Chelsea came over for lunch and to catch up. She sat on the kitchen counter as I leaned against the kitchen sink. Hours later we were…
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Look What We Found on the Street in Paris
Of course, it came home with us.
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That Favorite Thing of Mine
French Ephemera. I have a thing for it. Crazy truth. Whenever I see old French paper I have to stop to check it out. …
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