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Home is where the soul is
Collecting has meaning Entering someones home I sense I am given a key to discovering who they are. I often feel the sacredness of the person, the symbols of their…
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Light over Darkness
Have you ever seen your light reflected in someone’s heart, or your energy giving light to…
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Acts of Kindness give way to Healing
Gather the bounty of yourself in a bouquet of flowers, one-by-one give them to the people you…
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Sitting Still in a French Antique Armchair
Spending time sitting alone is a pleasure of mine. Some would find it boring, their legs would feel antsy. I see things differently, there are many angles and curves. When…
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An Afternoon in Provence
Sitting at a sidewalk cafe in a quaint French village, gathering memories for tomorrow with my cousin Julie,…
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Love Letters Sealed with a Kiss
Years ago, when I had cancer, my family and friends back in the States wrote me letters of…
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Living in France
When we were in California, nearly every morning my Mother made waffles for breakfast,…
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The First Day of School
School starts today in France. The backpacks are packed with reams of paper, ink pens, rulers…
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Tongue in Cheek French Antiques
Collections gathered. Glass liquor bottle tops and end knobs for curtain rods placed in a rusty urn. There is a purpose for everything. Even if it doesn’t seem possible. Creativity…
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