French la Vie

Driving from my childhood home to the hospital takes about 4O minutes. Some say they can do the drive in 3O minutes but I haven't mastered that kind of record…

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                Taking a button she crocheted around it in blue and added a tiny gold bird… then she tossed it into the button jar and…

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My Mother’s garden allows one to breath in and feel the certainty of its roots. It doesn’t pretend to be pretty only in springtime. No no no, instead it shows…

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It seems to me there is love thick enough to cut these days. I think the angels are working over time… angels overhead, angels in the corner, angels at our…

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My Mother loves to bake, it is one of the things she does best. As far back as I can remember the kitchen counter had a plate or two of…

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Over six million people cannot be wrong. A sweet infectious laughter is spreading around the world. Take a bite here. ———————————- Photos: My nephew who was a newborn last summer.

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                Amongst the flowers that fade there is a spirit that does not grow pale, reborn season after season, tangible and fragrant. Reminding us that…

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                   My Father continues to heal, slowly. He remains in the hospital. It is difficult to see him day in day and day out…

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                              … Being side by side close enough to feel one another’s heart beat.

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                Take time to thank your heart for beating, Take time to hold your thoughts and stare into silence, Take time to listen to the…

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