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Where to Go Antiquing in France
The brocante has a way of talking to you as you pass by—an old cupboard with its key still in the lock, linen napkins folded as if the table had only just…
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Arnelle and Roger’s Home
Color lives here. Texture has a voice. Every surface, every shelf, holds a conversation waiting to happen. Arnelle and Roger have spent their lives gathering beauty — gestures, meanings, moments.…
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What the Heart Holds
There are moments, like this one, where everything feels distilled into a kind of perfect harmony — colors that taste sweet, air that smells of salt and sun, a softness…
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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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