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The Look
The look that an antique dealer gets when she sees an antique she wants in another antique dealer's hand: Calm Steady Wishful thinking that the other person will put…
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Mayonnaise But my Mom Calls it Salad
In all fairness, the mayonnaise salad my mom makes has more than mayonnaise, it also has nine cloves of crushed garlic. Yes, nine. If it weren't for the head of…
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24 Hours Heading Home
The measurer of time One moment of many profound and fleeting blending seconds into days, and a lifetime back into seconds. When I was home it was as if…
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Old Family Photos
My brothers and my dad. We came to Willows for Thanksgiving, a very short visit, the shortest I have ever taken. In the ten days that we were here,…
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A Circle of Love
When Chelsea tried on the first of many wedding dresses, my mom asked her granddaughters, (my nieces and Chelsea's first cousins) to hold hands ans circle her in love.…
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Home, Family and Heart
We are in Willows, back to the nest. Yann, Sacha, Chelsea, Martin and I. The fire is burning, the cookies are being made, the motorcycles are going…
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Dinner with a Paintbrush
When I arrived in France I didn't speak a word of French. Humble pie was my constant buddy, observing in silence my new vehicle and redecorating was how…
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