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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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Thanksgiving with Cinderella
My Mother use to call me Cinderella, not because I wore glass slippers, nor for my flare for transforming mice…
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A Thanksgiving Story from the Past: The French Postman
Yesterday the postman came to our door with a perfectly square box from the U.S.A. As I signed for it, the postman asked if it was someone's birthday? I told…
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A Touch of Grace
The bounty at the weekly French markets, a living art gallery, a dose of inspiration and more than that, the work of human hands combined with the grace…
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Wonderland
Wonderland. In a cardboard box, high up on a shelf, marked antique silk flowers, that had been carefully guarded by the shopkeeper, who no matter how many times Ruth begged…
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Gathering Strength
Life demands us to be strong. To embrace it as it comes, or wrestle with it until we can sit side by side with it. Life does not…
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