• Country Olympics

      When you live in the country you create your own fun. No need for fancy gear, nor snazzy design labels, heck you don't even need to wear shoes. A…

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  • Living Your Dream Fifteen Minutes a Day

                        I popped into an antique shop with my cousins the other day and the owner started sharing his philosophy about life. Rarely do…

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  • Will the Real Ms. Arc Please Stand Up

    Sacha asked me, "Mom, why is Joan of Arc called Joan and not Jean?" Thinking, to myself where is he going with this, he loves tricky questions, and I always…

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  • Pure Gift in Each Step

                          French Husband returned to France and I will soon follow with Sacha at the end of the month. Chelsea awaits in France for the car keys (she did not…

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  • The Gift of Love

                 With abundant love comes the possiblity to freely unfold to the center of yourself.

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  • How to have pure clean Fun

                         With one hand stir gravel on the ground until the dirt separates creating billows of powdery dust. Stir until your hand is thickly covered with dirt, appearing to have a glove on it.…

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  • A Mouse in the House

                          In Sacha's breast pocket sits a new friend: A small charcoal mouse named, "Chewy."                      I am afraid of cats and dogs, though mice do not bother me. I didn't…

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  • Dreaming

                                                                                                                  Marie came up to me and in a voice barely louder than a whisper said, "I dreamt of Vo last night." "Really!" I exclaimed and…

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  • What I miss most about France

    No, no, no, not the Eiffel tower, not the 300 plus cheeses, nor the fantastic inexpensive wine that isn't called, "Two Buck Chuck". I can't even say that I miss the…

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  • The Little Mermaid

                          The seaweed was wet and full of sand. I gathered it up and admired the texture and subtle colors. Walking back to my brother's camp Molly (my five year…

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