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Long Ago Childhood Remembered
These are photos of my children, Chelsea and Sacha, when they were little. Here they are in front of our home—they had set up a stand. Was it lemonade? Bouquets…
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August 22, Celebrated in Our Provençal Town
When France was occupied by the Nazis during World War II, they set up their headquarters in various large—and often beautiful—French homes throughout the country. My belle-mère’s (mother-in-law’s) parents’ home in Rennes…
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Handmade Palestine
She lives at the edge of olive trees and tension, where ancient stone walls meet barbed wire and wildflowers still dare to bloom. Her name is Morgan—a mother of two…
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Sing
Let me play the drums with a rhythm that changes the course of bullets and bombs.Let me sing a song that echoesin the chambers of the hearts that no longer…
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The Beaded Curtain
The beads click and clatter, a soft wooden song,Marking the space between my world and theirs.This is not our everyday house—It’s a place suspended in time, vacation. Between the kitchen…
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Summer Holiday
A few days remain in our summer holiday.Simplicity, rest. Swimming.The intense heat.Children laughing —some tears, some burned meals,late mornings,fresh fruit —figs from the tree. A gift, every time. We’ve stepped…
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Take a Guess
Is it obvious what Claire Sparkle’s favorite color is? Do not let those blue shorts fool you.
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