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The Question of Faith
"MOM!!" Sacha yelled as if someone was dying, "MOM, Da Vinci Code, is it true what it says? Is Mary Magdalene really…
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Side by Side with Yourself
When we find a place that calls our name…like hearing poetry, where the lines become arrows piercing our very being.…
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Pardon my French
French words and I, have had une relation turbulante; we weren’t instant friends- We didn’t hit it off- and certainment we weren’t…
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Just to let you Know
Soon my tea au soya lait will be chai latte. Cocoa puffs, yes cocoa puffs, instead of baguettes with…
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Mother’s Guilt
Okay, I use to dress Chelsea up like a doll; and take pictures of her. You gotta know I couldn’t drive, I was alone,…
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Six Months
Today, marks six months that I have had a blog. I have posted something every single day since I took on the dare six months ago. Many many thanks to…
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How to Write a Blog
Wake up, walk around the house, look at every little thing. Scratch your head. Wander, hum, when you see the smile of the ridiculously happy little lambs- wonder if they…
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French Battle Ground, Picking up my Iron and Steaming Through
I am a clean freak. I come from a long line of clean freaks. My Mom is the cleanest…
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Marie-Antoinette
The film, Marie-Antoinette, by Sophia Coppola click here to preview. I saw this movie last night,…
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How to take a Bath
Carry the tub outside. Under your arm, hold the champagne. Gather roses; buds, blossoms and blooms- toss them in the bath. Oh those…
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