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The Secret Garden
Amongst the flowers that fade there is a spirit that does not grow pale, reborn season after season, life after life, coming again and again, tangible and fragrant. Reminding…
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Lunch with my Mother-in-Law
I am in Rennes at my Belle-Mère’s home. We have grown accustomed to one another, The frost we use to…
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Colors of a Lifetime
A green bucket of zinnias from my Mother’s garden sat on the yellow kitchen table this summer. Memories filled my mind,…
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South of France
My next door neighbor’s door is painted in boeuf rouge and ocre jaune. The forged iron door handle and lock…
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French Feast
The French love food! Right down to their pieds. They do it right, it is a ritual, in perfect timing with the church bells. From the white linen, to the…
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Her words spoke truth
While sitting on the balusters her thoughts had unfolded before her. Word by word, sentence by sentence, a never ending stream.…
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Time on her Hands
Chelsea, (my teen-aged daughter,) had already missed one bus to Marseille when the next bus passed her by! Racing…
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Song Catcher
Songs of life were swirling above her, it called to her as she walked by…as much as she wanted to…
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Singing in French
Growing up bilingual has its advantages, especially when you live in France and take English in school. Sacha and Chelsea…
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