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On the Eve of a Dream
The French Muse Experience starts tomorrow. Though the dream of doing such started long long time ago. Ruth and I have rented a van, also a large country…
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Provencal Poppies
In my neck of the woods, there are fields upon little fields of poppies. Not California golden poppies, but red poppies. Poppies grow spontaneously. Their colorful petals spread out…
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How I Met my French Husband: Hide and Seek
We played our game, silently. The tree line stood between us. I knew he was weaving in and out, coming towards me. He knew I was trying to catch…
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The First day of May
Gentle passage of time. Giving sweet notes to lead the way. Perfumed bells that cannot be denied. May 1st. Lily of the Valley, other names include…
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What is Your Kick Starter
When passion unfolds, piece by piece, provocatively, diving deeper into pleasure, which quenches our hearts yet, has us seeking more, waiting impatiently for the next moment to reveal itself……
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Seven Years Ago
Seven years ago today my father passed away…. We see you Dad, yes we see you in the rice fields as they flood and take root. We see you…
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THe Countdown to the French Muse Experience
Countdowns excite me. The last minute rush, the beginning, three, two, one… months of preparing, planning, conversing, setting the stage and then it boils down to the…
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