• 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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  • Some teen agers drive for the first time around the block and maybe go to Starbucks, while others consider driving to Rome

    Early in the morning the telephone rang. I heard French Husband speaking in French which confirmed to me that Chelsea had arrived safely in France. I sat up in bed…

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  • An Angel Sings

                         A few days ago I wrote about my friends’ baby Daisy. At that time she was just a mere two days old and in critical condition. Since then every day seems…

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  • On the Way to Blogging Today

    I turned on the computer, Sat down, Looked at the screen, Scratched my head, Searched my heart pockets, Mind wandered over a million thoughts- but none became crystal clear. Stomach…

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  • Expect Good News

                                             Trust that whatever you need is coming your way.

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  • Badge of Honor

                                       Sacha came in after his first day of hard work. He was sweaty, dirty, tired and very angry. He looked at me and nearly sneered, “Mom, I didn’t…

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  • Flashback 1968

      In 1968 my father had a dairy and we lived on a farm. I had three younger brothers (the fourth brother wasn’t yet born), a dog named Cindy, and…

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