• French Tapestry and the Intersection

    My friend deals with vintage fabrics: silks, cottons, printed linens, boutis, and tapestries. She piles them in heaps in the back of her van. She goes wherever there is an…

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  • Matchmaker

                    I like to pretend I am a matchmaker. I like the idea of bringing two people together and having their hearts wake up in…

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  • Cynthia’s Cheesecake

                    I met Cynthia years ago in Paris. We were Americans living abroad; she had a bakery close to my apartment where she whipped up…

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  • Details of Dinner

                    Last night’s dinner table. Place mats were made from vintage music paper, each guest had to sing a few lines in French of course.…

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  • Stories Collected

                    Stories collected, memories gathered, thoughts that keep me going on dark days. The patterns in the sky, the unfolding of hearts, life in the…

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  • French Post Office

    The cost of shipping  Fourteen people waiting, only one line open. That was how the morning began at the post office. When my turn arrived, the postal worker looked at…

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  • Family History

    My Grandmother left the Azores when she was fourteen. She traveled to America with her Aunt and Uncle, arriving at Ellis Island. Then she took a train to Wisconsin and…

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  • Lava Stone….Terceira, Azores

    The Azores. Volcanic islands. My son Sacha standing on a road lined with lava stone. Thank you for the gazillion wonderful responses! Many of you guessed pumice stone, or bed…

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  • Guessing Game # 6

                    A few years ago I went to the Azores to the island of Terceira.  My family has its roots there, in fact our ancestry…

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  • Flea Market Style

                    A peek into my home. Flea market style. The run down. Pair of armchairs found on the street, recovered with an old green bed…

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