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All These Old Things
How often have we have heard, if only these objects could talk. I wonder who owned them. I wonder what their story is. All these old things that I have collected,…
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Betting on the Crashing Waves in Cassis
Gabriel and I grabbed hands and raced to the lighthouse in Cassis, the waves roaring around us, the gate was locked for security. A bit disappointed we stood by the…
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What We Carry For One Another
What changes things in the world—it’s how we move through it.If we carried one another with the same care we give those we love most, the world would be more…
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The Nutcracker
We went to see The Nutcracker after watching it countless times at home. Their favorite part has always been the Mouse Battle, not the Sugar Plum Fairy. Olivia’s nickname comes from Claire.…
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The Room Awaits
There is a room that waits. A simple chair rests in the corner, a larger chair near the center. A table holds a bouquet. The door is closed, and light…
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In the Keeping of Soil and Thread
He laid the socks into the basket, the cotton thinned by years of walking row to row. When he lifted his eyes to her, they held each other’s gaze and…
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Scavenging at Second Hand Shops
Today, Chelsea and I went scavenging through secondhand shops, not looking for anything in particular. We didn’t go to any of the curated shops. We wanted to dig — the…
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Have and Have Not
Photo text author unknown Jean-François Millet painted The Gleaners in 1857.
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