French la Vie

The small things of love’s labor- unassuming, day to day moments, consistent, and soothing as a lullaby. Unattached pieces which are often unnoticed that bind familiar fragments, of un-monumental minutes…

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                Life isn’t fair. It is not always easy. Life continues, it doesn’t wait. It doesn’t ask you if you are happy, or is it…

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How many days has it been since my father entered the hospital? I have lost count….though it has been more than a month of days that much is certain. The…

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                 At the end of the day the only thing that matters is- Did you live your life lovingly? The source of joy or pain…

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                The room was empty except for some lonely chairs. Quietly, I sat in one next to the window where the light was the most…

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                      Worn true are the steps of babies. Try, try again and one will find their way.

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Blue skies in the morning, with a touch of pink cotton colored clouds. Even when one doesn’t expect a miracle– the morning sun shines out shame on you! With that…

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There is a difference between letting go and giving up. It is as if my father is at the base of Mount Everest. His heart, mind and lungs seem to…

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                Dear Readers, Thank you for your love and support. Your words, thoughts, wishes and or prayers towards my father and family, have been felt…

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                My thoughts are swirling with emotion and memory, in and out they come like a tide that swells then crashes on the beach and…

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