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Let it Snow while I Go to the Brocante
Snow it did. I woke up to a winter wonderland with a hush that comes as gentle as a lullaby, a blanket of white that matched the sky. At…
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A Day in Provence
Notes from the day: Snow fell around Provence in the towns behind us and in front of us, the weather report says snow is coming but so far our village…
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Advent Light
Eventually, the shadows speak, very little remains dark forever. Light brings healing and defines the truth.
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Twelve Years Blogging about the Brocante and More
In the beginning (twenty years ago) when I became an antique dealer, or as I like to say when the “brocante bug bite me”, I went at it alone. It started…
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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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