French la Vie

When I was a kid one of my mother's favorite things to do was to take my four brothers and I to find treasures at the junk yard. At that…

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There was a Scarecrow Contest in my small childhood town.  My mom and her friend Holly decided to enter. We knew without a doubt that it wouldn't be you typical…

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   A storm was predicted. The rice farmers raced to take the crop off the fields, not because it would ruin the yield but because it would be difficult to…

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        Happy Birthday Mom!! My mother tells the story "… I was probably nine or ten, when my father came to Glenn county to buy a dairy…

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My childhood home is not the same. Yes love is there, that hasn't changed, but the feeling it gave has. The ground under foot is tender, the seeds of faith…

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Homecoming. Holding on to each moment. Standing still, blooming strong with a touch of make believe. Happiness ever after….

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Daisy, the miracle child, my Godchild, a bundle of sweetness. Daisy with baby daisies, in her backyard, while we shared the afternoon together. The last time I saw Daisy she…

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  After a wonderful day spent seeing Shelley and then Tom, and my Godchild Daisy, I went to Chico to give a talk about French Ness in the shop called Nantucket.…

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At the first ray of light the farmer sets out for work, rice harvest is in full swing in the Sacramento Valley. Either Mother Nature has worked her wonder in…

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Home. Going back to my childhood home, where my family lives in California is always a bag full of mixed emotions. In one hand I hold joyful memories, colors of…

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